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REV.   LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON.  D.  D. 

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PRINCETON  THEOLOGICAL  SEMINARY 


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ADDITIONAL  TO  THE 


HYMNS  IN   THE   PRAYER  BOOK; 


COLLECTED  FOR  THE 


Sanday-Scliool  Children  of  their  Parishes, 

BY  THE  RECTORS 
OF  ST.  Philip's  and  st.  jude's  churches, 

PfllLADELPHIA. 


PHILADELPHIA: 
AAC    ASHMEAD,    PRINTER. 

1850. 


HYMNS. 


•213 


Children  at  the  Oate  of  Heaven.  7's. 


LITTLE  travellers  Z  ion  ward, 

Each  one  entering  into  rest, 
In  the  kingdom  of  your  Lord, 

In  the  mansions  of  the  blest : 
There  to  welcome,  Jesus  waits. 

Gives  the  crowns  his  followers  win, 
Lift  your  heads  ye  golden  gates. 

Let  the  little  travellers  in. 

Who  are  they  whose  little  feet. 

Pacing  life's  dark  journey  through. 
Now  have  reached  that  heavenly  seat, 

They  have  ever  kept  in  view  ] 
"  I  from  Greenland's  frozen  land," 

"  I  from  India's  sultry  plain," 
"  I  from  Afric's  barren  sand," 

"  I  from  islands  of  the  main." 

"  All  our  earthly  journey  past. 

Every  tear  and  pain  gone  by, 
Here  together  met  at  last, 

At  the  portals  of  the  sky  ;" 
Each  the  welcome  "  come"  awaits, 

Conquerors  over  death  and  sin : 
Lift  your  heads  ye  golden  gates, 

Let  the  little  travellers  in. 


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Eternity.  C.  M 

THE  sun  that  lights  the  world  shall  fade. 
The  stars  shall  pass  away  ; 


HYMNS. 

And  I  a  child  immortal  made, 
Shall  witness  their  decay. 

2  Yes,  I  sliall  live  when  they  are  dead. 

Though  now  so  brig-ht  they  shine; 
When  earth  and  all  it  holds  have  fled, 
Eternity  is  mine. 

3  For  I  can  never,  never  die, 

While  God  himself  remains; 
But  I  must  live  in  heaven  on  high, 
Or  wliere  deep  darkness  reigns. 

4  If  heaven  and  hell  ne'er  pass  away, 

To  Christ,  O  let  me  flee ; 
If  pain  be  hard  for  one  short  day. 
What  must  for  ever  hel 


•215 


The  J\rew  Jerusalem.  C.  M. 


JERUSALEM  !  my  happy  home  ! 

Name  ever  dear  to  me  ! 
When  shall  my  labours  have  an  end, 

In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee  1 

2  O  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 

Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend ; 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up. 
And  Sabbaths  have  no  end  1 

3  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom. 

Nor  sin,  nor  sorrow  know : 
Blest  seats !  through  rude  and  stormy  scenes, 
I  onward  press  to  you. 

4  Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  and  wo. 

Or  feel  at  death  dismay? 
I've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view. 
And  realms  of  endless  day. 


HYMNS. 

5  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets,  there 

Around  my  Saviour  stand  ; 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below 
Will  join  the  glorious  band. 

6  Jerusalem!  my  happy  home! 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee ; 
Then  shall  my  labours  have  an  end, 
When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 


216 


The  all-seeing  God.  C.  M. 


ALMIGHTY  God,  thy  piercing  eye, 
Strikes  through  the  shades  of  night, 

And  our  most  secret  actions  lie, 
All  open  to  thy  sight. 

2  There's  not  a  sin  that  we  commit, 

Nor  wicked  word  we  say. 
But  in  thy  dreadful  book  'tis  writ. 
Against  the  judgment  day. 

3  And  must  the  crimes  that  I  have  done 

Be  read  and.'published  there"? 
Be  all  exposed  before  the  sun. 
While  men  and  angels  hear  ] 

4  Lord,  at  thy  feet  ashamed  I  lie  ; 

Upward  I  dare  not  look ; 
Pardon  my  sins  before  I  die. 
And  blot  them  from  thy  book. 

5  Remember  all  the  dying  pains 

That  my  Redeemer  felt; 
And  let  his  blood  wash  out  my  stains 
And  answer  for  my  guilt. 
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HYMNS. 


Lovest  thou  me  7 


HARK,  my  soul !  it  is  the  Lord — 
'Tis  thy  Saviour,  hear  his  word ; 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee : 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  ? 

2  "  I  delivered  thee  when  bound, 

And  when  wounded,  healed  thy  wound ; 
Sought  thee  wandering,  set  thee  right, 
Turned  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3  "  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  height  above ; 
Deeper  than  the  depth  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

4  Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done ; 
Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be ; 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  V 

5  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint ; 
Yet  I  love  thee  and  adore ; 

O  for  grace  to  love  thee  more  ! 

2>\xD  Birth  of  Christ.  10,11. 

BRIGHTEST  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morn- 
ing, 

Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  thy  aid  : 
Star  of  the  east !  the  horizon  adorning, 

Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

2  Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dew-drops  are  shining, 
Low  lies  his  head  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall; 
Angels  adore  him,  in  slumber  reclining. 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all. 


HYMNS.  7 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion, 

Odours  of  Eden  and  offerings  divine ; 
Gem  of  the  mountains,  and  pearl  of  the  ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  or  gold  from  the  mine? 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation ; 

Vainly  with  gold  would  his  favour  secure  ; 
Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration  ; 

Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

^W)  Christ  the  Shepherd.  CM. 

SEE  the  kind  Shepherd,  Jesus,  stands, 

With  all  engaging  charms ; 
Hark,  how  he  calls  the  tender  lambs. 

And  folds  them  in  his  arms. 

2  Permit  them  to  approach,  he  cries. 

Nor  scorn  their  humble  name ; 
For  'twas  to  bless  such  souls  as  these, 
The  Lord  of  angels  came. 

3  When,  wandering  from  the  fold,  we  leave 

The  straight  and  narrow  way, 
Our  faithful  Shepherd  still  is  near, 
To  guide  us  when  we  stray. 

4  The  feeblest  lamb  amidst  the  flock. 

Shall  be  the  Shepherd's  care ; 
While  folded  in  the  Saviour's  arms, 
We're  safe  from  every  snare. 


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Thankfulness  for  God's  Love.  C.  M. 


WHENE'ER  I  take  my  walks  abroad, 

How  many  poor  I  see  ! 
What  shall  I  render  to  my  God 

For  all  his  gifls  to  me  ] 


2  Not  more  than  others  I  deserve, 

Yet  God  hath  given  me  more : 
For  I  have  food  while  others  starve, 
Or  beg  from  door  to  door. 

3  How  many  children  in  the  street, 

Half  naked  I  behold; 
While  I  am  cloth'd  from  head  to  feet, 
And  cover'd  from  the  cold. 

4  While  some  poor  wretches  scarce  can  tell 

Where  they  may  lay  their  head  ; 
I  have  a  home  wherein  to  dwell. 
And  rest  upon  my  bed. 

5  While  others  early  learn  to  swear. 

And  curse,  and  lie,  and  steal ; 
Lord,  I  am  taught  thy  name  to  fear, 
And  do  thy  holy  will. 

6  Are  these  thy  favours  day  by  day. 

To  me  above  the  restl 
Then  let  me  love  thee  more  than  they, 
And  try  to  serve  thee  best. 


•221 


A  Song  of  Praise.  C.  M. 


HOW  glorious  is  our  heavenly  King, 
Who  reigns  above  the  sky  ! 

How  shall  a  child  presume  to  sing 
His  dreadful  majesty! 

2  How  great  his  power  is,  none  can  tell. 

Nor  think  how  large  his  grace; 
Not  men  below,  nor  saints  that  dwell 
On  high  before  his  face. 

3  Not  angels  that  stand  round  the  Lord, 

Can  search  his  secret  will ; 


But  they  perform  his  heavenly  word, 
And  sing  his  praises  still. 

4  Then  let  me  join  this  holy  train, 

And  my  first  offerings  bring : 
Th'  eternal  God  will  not  disdain 
To  hear  an  infant  sing. 

5  My  heart  resolves,  my  tongue  obeys, 

And  angels  shall  rejoice, 
To  hear  their  mighty  Maker's  praise 
Sound  from  a  feeble  voice. 


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Birth  in  a  Christian  Land,  L.  M. 


GREAT  GOD,  to  thee  my  voice  I  raise, 
To  thee  my  youngest  hours  belong ; 
I  would  begin  my  life  with  praise, 
Till  growing  years  improve  the  song. 

2  'Tis  to  thy  sovereign  grace  I  owe, 
That  I  was  born  on  Christian  ground, 
Where  streams  of  heavenly  mercy  flow, 
And  words  of  sweet  salvation  sound. 

3  I  would  not  change  my  native  land, 
For  rich  Peru,  with  all  her  gold ; 

A  nobler  prize  lies  in  my  hand. 
Than  east  or  western  Indies  hold. 

4  How  do  I  pity  those  that  dwell. 
Where  ignorance  and  darkness  reigns ; 
They  know  no  Heaven,  they  fear  no  Hell, 
Those  endless  joys,  those  endless  pains. 

5  Thy  glorious  promises,  O  Lord, 
Kindle  my  hopes  and  my  desire ; 
While  all  the  preachers  of  thy  word 
Warn  me  t'  escape  eternal  fire. 


10 


6  Thy  praise  shall  still  employ  my  breath, 
Since  thou  hast  mark'd  my  way  to  heaven ; 
Nor  will  I  run  the  road  to  death, 
And  waste  the  blessings  thou  hast  given. 

/C^^ij  Thoughts  of  Ood  and  Death.  L.  M. 

THERE  is  a  God  that  reigns  above. 

Lord  of  the  heavens,  and  earth  and  seas ; 

I  fear  hs  wrath,  I  ask  his  love. 

And  with  my  lips  I  sing  his  praise. 

2  There  is  a  law  which  he  has  writ. 

To  teach  us  all  what  we  must  do ; 
My  soul  to  his  commands  submit, 
For  they  are  holy,  just,  and  true. 

3  There  is  a  gospel  of  rich  grace, 

Whence  sinners  all  their  comforts  draw ; 
Lord,  I  repent,  and  seek  thy  face, 
For  I  have  broken  oft  thy  law. 

4  There  is  an  hour  when  I  must  die, 

Nor  can  I  tell  how  soon  'twill  come ; 
A  thousand  children,  young  as  I, 

Are  call'd  by  death  to  hear  their  doom. 

5  Let  me  improve  the  hours  I  have. 

Before  the  day  of  grace  is  fled  ; 

There's  no  repentance  in  the  grave, 

Nor  pardon  ofier'd  to  the  dead. 

6  Just  as  a  tree  cut  down,  that  fell 

To  north  or  southward,  there  it  lies ; 
So  man  departs  to  heaven  or  hell, 
Fix'd  in  the  state  wherein  he  dies. 


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HYMNS.  11 


Heaven  and  Hell,  S.  M . 


THERE  is  beyond  the  sky 

A  heaven  of  joy  and  love  ; 
And  holy  children,  when  they  die, 

Go  to  that  world  above. 

2  There  is  a  dreadful  hell, 

And  everlasting  pains ; 
Where  sinners  must  with  devils  dwell, 
In  darkness,  fire,  and  chains. 

3  Can  such  a  wretch  as  I 

Escape  this  cursed  end  1 
And  may  I  hope  whene'er  I  die, 
I  shall  to  heaven  ascend  ? 

4  Then  I  for  grace  will  pray. 

While  I  have  life  and  breath; 
Lest  I  should  be  cut  off  to-day; 
And  sent  to  eternal  death. 


225 


Peace  among  Children.  C.  Hf. 


DEAR  children,  you  should  never  let 
Your  angry  passions  rise ; 

Your  little  hands  were  never  made 
To  tear  each  other's  eyes. 

2  Let  love  through  all  5"our  actions  run. 

And  all  your  words  be  mild : 
Live  like  the  blessed  Virgin's  Son, 
That  sweet  and  lovely  child. 

3  His  soul  was  gentle  as  a  lamb ; 

And,  as  his  stature  grew, 
He  grew  in  favour  both  with  man, 
And  God,  his  Father,  too. 


12  HYMNS. 

4  Now,  Lord  of  all,  he  reigns  above 
And,  from  his  heavenly  throne, 
He  sees  what  children  dwell  in  love, 
And  marks  them  for  his  own. 


9- 


Love  bettccen  brothers  and  Sisters.  C.  M. 

WHATEVER  brawls  disturb  the  street, 
There  should  be  peace  at  home ; 

Where  sisters  dwell,  and  brothers  meet, 
Quarrels  should  never  come. 

2  Birds  in  their  little  nests  agree, 

And  'tis  a  shameful  sight, 
When  children  of  one  family- 
Fall  out,  and  chide,  and  fight. 

3  Hard  names  at  first,  and  threatening  words, 

That  are  but  noisy  breath. 
May  grow  to  clubs  and  naked  swords, 
To  murder  and  to  death. 

4  The  devil  tempts  one  mother's  son 

To  rage  against  another; 
So  wicked  Cain  was  hurried  on. 
Till  he  had  kill'd  his  brother. 

5  The  wise  will  let  their  anger  cool. 

At  least  before  'tis  night, 
But  in  the  bosom  of  a  fool. 
It  burns  till  morning  light. 

6  Pardon,  O  Lord,  our  childish  rage, 

Our  little  brawls  remove ; 
That  as  we  grow  to  riper  «ge, 
Our  hearts  may  all  be  love. 


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HYMNS.  13 


Against  taking  God's  JiiTame  in  Vain.         L.  M. 


ANGELS,  that  high  in  glory  dwell, 
Adore  thy  name,  Almighty  God ! 

And  devils  tremble  down  in  hell, 
Beneath  the  terrors  of  thy  rod. 

2  And  yet  how  wicked  children  dare 

Abuse  thy  dreadful,  glorious  name ! 
And  when  they're  angry,  how  they  swear. 
And  curse  their  fellows,  and  blaspheme ! 

3  How  will  they  stand  before  thy  face, 

Who  treated  thee  with  such  disdain, 
While  thou  shalt  doom  them  to  the  place 
Of  everlasting  fire  and  pain  1 

4  My  heart  shall  be  in  pain  to  hear 

Wretches  affront  the  Lord  above : 
'Tis  that  great  God  whose  power  I  fear, 
That  heavenly  Father,  whom  I  love. 

5  If  my  companions  grow  profane, 

I'll  leave  their  friendship,  when  I  hear 
Young  sinners  take  thy  name  in  vain. 
And  learn  to  curse,  and  learn  to  swear. 


228 


Jlgainst  Idleness  and  Mischief.  C.  M. 

HOW  doth  the  little  busy  bee 

Improve  each  shining  hour ; 
And  gather  honey  all  the  day. 

From  every  opening  flower. 

How  skilfully  she  builds  her  cell. 
How  neat  she  spreads  the  wax ! 

And  labours  hard  to  store  it  well. 
With  the  sweet  food  she  makes. 
2 


14  HYMNS. 

3  In  works  of  labour,  or  of  skill, 

I  would  be  busy  too ; 
For  Satan  finds  some  mischief  still, 
For  idle  hands  to  do. 

4  In  books,  or  work,  or  healthful  play, 

Let  my  first  years  be  past ; 

That  I  may  give  for  every  day 

Some  ffood  account  at  last. 


229 


The  Child's  Confession.  C.  M. 


WHY  should  I  love  my  sport  so  well. 

So  constant  at  my  play ; 
And  lose  the  thoughts  of  heav'n  and  hell 

And  then  forget  to  prayf 

2  What  do  I  read  my  Bible  for, 

But,  Lord,  to  learn  thy  will  1 
And  shall  I  daily  know  thee  more. 
And  less  obey  thee  still  1 

3  How  senseless  is  my  heart,  and  wild  ! 

How  vain  are  all  my  thoughts ! 
Pity  the  weakness  of  a  child, 
And  pardon  all  my  faults. 

4  Make  me  thy  heavenly  voice  to  hear, 

And  let  me  love  to  pray ; 
Since  God  will  lend  a  gracious  ear. 
To  what  a  child  can  say. 


230 


j3  Mornivg  Hymn.  V.  M. 


MY  God,  who  makes  the  sun  to  know 

His  proper  hour  to  rise. 
And  to  give  light  to  all  below, 

Doth  send  him  round  the  skies. 


HYMNS.  15 

2  When,  from  the  chambers  of  the  east, 

His  morning"  race  begins, 
He  never  tires,  nor  stops  to  rest ; 
But  round  the  world  he  shines. 

3  So,  like  the  sun,  would  I  fulfil 

The  business  of  the  day ; 
Begin  my  work  betimes,  and  still 
March  on  my  heavenly  way. 

4  Give  me,  O  Lord,  thy  early  grace. 

Nor  let  my  soul  complain. 
That  the  young  morning  of  my  days 
Has  all  been  spent  in  vain. 


231 


An  Evening  Hymn.  C.  M. 


AND  now  another  day  is  gone, 
I'll  sing  my  Maker's  praise ; 

My  comforts,  every  hour,  make  known 
His  providence  and  grace. 

2  But  how  my  childhood  runs  to  waste  ! 

My  sins  how  great  their  sum ! 
Lord,  give  me  pardon  for  the  past. 
And  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep, 

Let  angels  guard  my  head ; 
And,  through  the  hours  of  darkness,  keep 
Their  watch  around  my  bed. 

4  With  cheerful  heart  I  close  mine  eyes, 

Since  thou  wilt  not  remove ; 
And,  in  the  morning,  let  me  rise, 
Rejoicing  in  thy  love. 


16  HYMNS. 


232 


The  Thief.  I 

WHY  should  I  deprive  my  neighbour 
Of  his  goods  against  his  wilH 

Hands  were  made  for  honest  labour, 
Not  to  plunder  or  to  steal. 

2  'Tis  a  foolish  self-deceiving, 

By  such  tricks  to  hope  for  gain : 
All  that's  ever  got  by  thieving. 
Turns  to  sorrow,  shame,  and  pain. 

3  Oft  we  see  the  young  beginner 

Practise  little  pilfering  ways. 
Till  grown  up  a  hardened  sinner, 
Then  the  prison  ends  his  days. 

4  Theft  will  not  be  always  hidden, 

Though  we  fancy  none  can  spy ; 
When  we  take  a  thing  forbidden, 
God  beholds  it  with  his  eye. 

5  Guard  my  heart,  O  God  of  heaven, 

Lest  I  covet  what's  not  mine ; 
Lest  I  take  what  is  not  given. 
Guard  my  heart  and  hands  frwn  sin. 


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Children's  Praises.  8,  7. 


HUMBLE  praises,  holy  Jesus, 
Children's  voices  raise  to  thee ; 

In  thy  arms,  O  Lord,  receive  us, 
Suffer  us  thy  lambs  to  be. 

2  Blessed  Saviour !  thou  hast  bidden 
Babes  like  us  to  come  to  thee : 
Once  by  thy  disciples  chidden. 
Thou  didst  bless  such  ones  as  we. 


HYMNS.  17 

3  Thanks  to  God,  who  freely  gave  us 
His  beloved  Son  to  die : 
From  eternal  death  to  save  us; 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high ! 


234 


Death.  7'g. 


I  AM  young,  but  I  must  die, 
In  my  grave  1  soon  shall  lie ; 
Am  I  ready  now  to  go, 
If  the  will  of  God  be  so? 

2  Lord,  prepare  me  for  my  end, 
To  my  heart  thy  Spirit  send, 
Help  me,  Jesus,  thee  to  love, 
Take  my  soul  to  heaven  above. 

3  Then  I  shall  with  Jesus  be, 
Then  I  shall  my  Saviour  see  ; 
Never  more  to  suffer  pain, 
Never  more  to  sin  again. 


•235 


Little  Samuel.  H.  M. 


WHEN  little  Samuel  woke 
And  heard  his  Maker's  voice, 

At  every  word  He  spoke, 
How  much  did  he  rejoice ! 

Oh,  blessed,  happy  child,  to  find 

The  God  of  heaven  so  near  and  kind. 

If  God  would  speak  to  me, 
i\nd  say  he  was  my  friend. 

How  happy  should  I  be  ! 
Oh,  how  would  I  attend ! 

The  smallest  sin  I  then  should  fear, 

If  God  Almighty  were  so  near. 
2* 


18  HYMNS. 

3  And  does  he  never  speak  1 

Oh,  yes !  for  in  his  word 
He  bids  me  come  and  seek 

The  God  whom  Samuel  heard 
In  almost  every  pag-e  I  see, 
Tlie  God  of  Samuel  calls  to  me. 

4  And  I  beneath  his  care 

May  safely  rest  my  head ; 
I  know  that  God  is  there, 

To  guard  my  humble  bed ; 
And  every  sin  I  well  may  fear, 
Since  God  Almighty  is  so  near. 


236 


Oh  !  that  will  be  Joyful.  P.  M. 


HERE  we  suffer  grief  and  pain, 
Here  w^  meet  to  part  again, 
In  heaven  we  part  no  more. 
Oh !  that  will  be  joyful ! 
Joyful,  joyful,  joyful ! 
Oh  !  that  will  be  joyful ! 
When  we  meet  to  part  no  more. 

2  All  who  love  the  Lord  below. 
When  they  die  to  heaven  will  go, 

And  sing  with  saints  above. 
'    Oh !  that  will  be  joyful !  &c. 

3  Little  children  will  be  there. 

Who  have  sought  the  Lord  by  prayer. 
From  every  Sunday-school. 
Oh !  that  will  be  joyful !  &c. 

4  Teachers,  too,  shall  meet  above, 
And  our  pastors,  whom  we  love, 

Shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 
Oh !  that  will  be  joyful !  &c. 


HYMNS.  19 


5  Oh !  how  happy  we  shall  be  ! 
For  our  Saviour  we  shall  see, 

Exalted  on  his  throne  ! 

Oh  !  that  will  be  joyful !  &c. 

6  There  we  all  shall  sing  with  joy, 
And  eternity  employ 

In  praising"  Christ  the  Lord. 

Oh !  that  will  be  joyful ! 

Joyful,  joyful,  joyful ! 

Oh  !  that  will  be  joyful ! 
When  we  meet  to  part  no  more. 


237 


Meeting  in  Heaven.  C.  M. 


HOW"  pleasant  thus  to  dwell  below 
In  fellowship  of  love. 
And  though  we  part,  'tis  bliss  to  know 
The  good  shall  meet  above. 
Oh !  that  will  be  joyful,  joyful,  joyful ! 
Oh !  that  will  be  joyful. 

To  meet  to  part  no  more. 
To  meet  to  part  no  more. 
On  Canaan's  happy  shore. 
And  sing  the  everlasting  song 
With  those  who've  gone  before. 

2  The  children  who  have  loved  the  Lord 
Shall  hail  their  teachers  there ; 
And  teachers  gain  the  rich  reward 
Of  all  their  toil  and  care. 
Oh !  that  will  be  joyful !  &c. 


238 


T/ie  School  Gathering.  L.  M. 


WE  come,  we  come,  with  loud  acclaim, 
To  sing  the  praise  of  Jesus'  name ; 


20  HYMNS. 

And  make  the  vaulted  temple  ring 
With  loud  hosannas  to  our  King. 
With  joyful  heart  and  smiling  face, 
We  gather  round  the  throne  of  grace. 
And  lowly  bend  to  offer  there, 
From  youthful  lips,  our  humble  prayer — 
To  Him  who  slept  on  Mary's  knee, 
A  gentle  child  as  young  as  we. 

2  We  come,  we  come,  the  song  to  swell. 
To  Him  who  loved  our  world  so  well ; 
That  stooping  from  his  Father's  throne. 
He  died  to  claim  it  as  his  own. 
With  joy  we  haste  the  aisles  to  fill. 
Yet  youthful  bands  are  gathering  still. 
O  thus  may  we  in  heaven  above, 
Unite  in  praises  and  in  love ; 
And  still  the  angelafill  their  home 
With  joyful  cry,^'Tney  come,  they  come." 


239 


The  Bible. 

HOLY  Bible !  Book  divine ! 
Precious  treasure  !  Thou  art  mine  ! 
Mine,  to  tell  me  whence  I  came ; 
Mine,  to  teach  me  what  I  am. 

2  Mine,  to  chide  me  when  I  rove  ; 
Mine,  to  show  a  Saviour's  love ; 
Mine,  thou  art  to  guide  my  feet, 
Mine,  to  judge,  condemn,  acquit, 

3  Mine,  to  comfort  in  distress,  - 
If  the  Holy  Spirit  bless ; 
Mine,  to  show,  by  living  faith, 
Man  can  triumph  over  death. 

4  Mine,  to  tell  of  joys  to  come, 
And  the  rebel  sinner's  doom ; 


HYMNS.  21 

Oh,  thou  precious  book  divine ! 
Precious  treasure !  thou  art  mine ! 


240 


Story  of  the  Saviour. 


HOW  much  better  I'm  attended 

I'han  the  Son  of  God  could  be, 
When  from  heaven  he  descended, 

And  became  a  child  like  me. 

2  Soft  and  easy  was  my  cradle. 

Coarse  and  hard  my  Saviour  lay, 
When  his  birth-place  was  a  stable. 
And  his  softest  bed  was  hay. 

3  Was  there  nothing  but  a  manger, 

Sinful  mortals  could  afford. 
To  receive  the  heavenly  stranger, 
Did  they  thus  insult  the  Lord  7 

4  See  the  kinder  shepherds  round  him. 

Telling  wonders  from  the  sky ; 
Where  they  sought  him,  there  they  found  him, 
With  his  virgin  mother  by. 

5  From  the  East,  the  wise  men  pressing, 

In  their  arms  rich  jewels  bring, 
To  receive  the  precious  blessing 
Of  their  long-expected  King. 

6  Yet  to  read  the  shameful  story. 

How  the  Jews  abused  their  King, 
How  they  served  the  Lord  of  glory, 
Makes  me  sorry  while  I  sing. 

7  'Twas  to  save  us  all  from  dying, 

Save  us  all  from  burning  flame, 

Bitter  groans  and  endless  crying. 

That  our  blest  Redeemer  came. 


22  HYMNS. 

8  May  we  learn  to  know  and  fear  him, 
[jOve  and  serve  him  all  our  days, 
Then  go  dwell  for  ever  near  him, 
See  his  face  and  sing  his  praise. 


241 


The  Harvest  Home.  ^Tb. 


JESUS,  we  thy  lambs  would  be, 
Humbly  we  would  follow  thee, 
Waiting  for  the  joyful  day. 
When  all  care  will  pass  away; 

When  the  reaping  time  shall  come. 
And  angels  shout  the  harvest-home. 

Now  the  fields  with  grain  are  white. 
Now  the  day  is  dawning  bright, — 
Brighter  far  the  sky  will  be, 
When  our  Master  we  shall  see, 
When  the  reaping  time  shall  come. 
And  angels  shout  the  harvest-home. 

May  we  wait  and  watch  and  pray 
For  the  coming  of  that  day. 
When  the  wheat  shall  sifted  be. 
And  the  chaff  be  driv'n  from  thee : 
For  the  reaping  time  shall  come. 
And  angels  shout  the  harvest-home. 


242 


Come  to  Sunday-school.  P.  M. 

COME  !  come  !  come  ! 

Come  to  the  Sunday-school : 
The  hour  is  past  and  gone ; 

It  is  our  teacher's  rule, — 
So  hasten,  every  one. 

Come  !  come  !  come  ! 
Come  to  the  Sunday-school : 


HYMNS.  23 

It  is  the  hour  of  prayer ; 
,  We  break  our  teacher's  rule, — 
So  hasten,  hasten  there. 

Come  !  come  !  come  ! 

Come  to  the  Sunday-school : 
Hark  !  don't  you  hear  the  bell  1 

I  will  not  break  the  rule, — 
So,  lingering  child,  farewell. 


243 


The  Happy  Land.  P.  M. 

THERE  is  a  happy  land, 

Far,  far  away, 
Where  saints  in  glory  stand, 

Bright,  bright  as  day; 
Oh,  how  they  sweetly  sing, 
Worthy  is  our  Saviour  King, 
Loud  let  his  praises  ring. 

Praise,  praise  for  aye. 

2  Come  to  that  happy  land, 

Come,  come  away; 
Why  will  ye  doubting  stand  1 

Why  still  delay? 
Oh,  we  shall  happy  be, 
When,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Lord,  we  shall  live  with  thee, 

Blest,  blest  for  aye. 

3  Bright  in  that  happy  land 

Beams  every  eye. 
Kept  by  a  Father's  hand, 

Love  cannot  die. 
Oh,  then  to  glory  run ; 
Be  a  crown  and  kingdom  won ; 
And  bright  above  the  sun 

We  reign  for  aye. 


24  HYMNS. 

^44  Early  at  School. 

I'LL  awake  at  dawn  on  the  Sabbath-day, 
For  it's  wrong  to  doze  holy  time  away ; 
With  my  lessons  learned,  it  shall  be  my  rule, 
Never  to  be  late  at  the  Sabbath-school. 

2  Birds  awake  betimes,  every  morn  they  sing. 
None  are  tardy  there,  while  the  woods  do  ring; 
So,  when  Sunday  comes,  it  shall  be  my  rule 
Never  to  be  late  at  the  Sabbath-school. 

3  While  the  tuneful  birds  and  the  summer's  sun 
All  in  time  are  found  with  their  works  all  done, 
Shall  not  I,  more  blest,  ever  keep  this  rule. 
Never  to  be  late  at  the  Sabbath-school  ] 

4  When  the  summer's  sun  awakes  the  flowers, 

again 
They  the  call  obey — none  are  tardy  then  ; 
Now  shall  1  forget  that  it  is  my  rule. 
Never  to  be  late  at  the  Sabbath-school  1 

5  While  the  days  of  youth  swiftly  glide  away. 
Let  us  seek  the  path  to  the  realms  of  day ; 
We  shall  not  regret  that  we  kept  this  rule, 
Never  to  be  late  at  the  Sabbath-school. 


245 


Christ,  a  Child's  Saviour.  C.  M. 


LORD,  teach  a  sinful  child  to  pray : 
Thy  grace  betimes  impart ; 

And  grant  thy  Holy  Spirit  may 
Renew  my  sinful  heart. 

2  A  fallen  creature  I  was  born. 
And  from  my  birth  I  strayed : 
I  must  be  wretched  and  forlorn 
Without  thy  mercy's  aid. 


HYMNS.  25 

3  But  Christ  can  all  my  sins  forgive, 

And  wash  away  their  stain  ; 
Can  fit  my  soul  with  him  to  live, 
And  in  his  kingdom  reign. 

4  To  him  let  all  his  children  come. 

For  he  hath  said  they  may ; 
His  bosom  then  shall  be  their  home. 
Their  tears  he'll  wipe  away. 

5  For  all  who  early  seek  his  face 

Shall  surely  taste  his  love  ; 
Jesus  shall  guide  them  by  his  grace, 
To  dwell  with  him  above. 


246 


Children  of  Jerusalem. 


CHILDREN  of  Jerusalem 
Sang  the  praise  of  Jesus'  name ; 
Children  too  of  later  days 
Join  to  sing  the  Saviour's  praise. 
{Girls.)  Hark  !  hark !  hark ! 
{Boys.)  While  infant  voices  sing, 
{Together.)  Loud  hosannas,  loud  hosannas 
To  our  King. 

2  Christ  approved  their  song,  and  said. 
Have  ye  not  then  often  read, 

God  accepts  the  simple  praise 
That  these  babes  and  sucklings  raise  1 
Hark !  hark !  hark !  «&c. 

3  Come,  let  all  our  youthful  train 
Swell  the  humble,  grateful  strain ; 
Hallelujah,  let  us  sing 

Loud  hosannas  to  our  King. 

Hark  !  hark !  hark !  &c. 


3 


26  HYMNS. 

4  Parents,  teachers,  old  and  young", 
All  unite  to  swell  the  song ; 
Higher  and  yet  higher  rise, 
Till  hosannas  reach  the  skies. 

Hark !  hark !  hark !  &:.c. 


247 


Sunday  Morning.  11  "a. 


HOW  sweet  is  the  Sabbath,  the  morning  of 

rest; 
The  day  of  the  week  which  I  surely  love  best : 
The  morning  my  Saviour  arose  from  the  tomb, 
And  took  from  the  grave  all  its  terror  and  gloom. 

Oh,  let  me  be  thoughtful  and  prayerful  to-day, 
And  not  spend  a  minute  in  trifling  or  play ; 
Remembering  these  seasons  were  graciously 

given 
To  teach  me  to  seek,  and  prepare  me  for  heaven. 

In  the  house  of  my  God,  in  his  presence  and  fear, 
When  I  worship  to-day,  may  it  all  be  sincere ; 
In  the  school  when  I  learn,  may  I  do  it  with  care, 
And  be  grateful  to  those  who  watcli  over  me 
there. 

Instruct  me,  my  Saviour,  a  child  though  I  be, 
I  am  not  too  young  to  be  noticed  by  thee  ; 
Renew  all  my  heart,  keep  me  firm  in  thy  ways, 
1  would  love  thee,  and  serve  thee,  and  give  thee 
the  praise. 

And  at  length,  when  my  Sundays  on  earth  are 

all  fled, 
And  my  bounding  young  limbs  are  cold,  silent, 

and  dead ; 
O,  take  me  dear  Saviour,  and  grant  me  to  spend 
That  Sunday  in  heaven  which  never  shall  end. 


248 


HYMNS.  27 


Jesus  loves  the  Poor.  7's. 


POOR  and  needy  though  I  be, 
God,  my  Maker,  cares  for  me ; 
Gives  me  clothing-,  shelter,  food, 
Gives  me  all  I  have  of  good. 

2  He  will  listen  when  I  pray. 
He  is  with  me  night  and  day, 
When  I  sleep  and  when  I  wake, 
Keeps  me  safe  for  Jesus'  sake. 

3  He  who  reigns  above  the  sky. 
Once  became  as  poor  as  I ; 

He  whose  blood  for  me  was  shed, 
Had  not  where  to  lay  his  head. 

Though  I  labour  here  awhile, 
He  will  bless  me  with  a  smile; 
And  when  this  short  life  is  past, 
I  shall  rest  with  him  at  last 


249 


The  Lord's  Prayer. 


OUR  Father  in  heaven,  we  hallow  thy  name, 
May  thy  kingdom  all  holy  on  earth  be  the  same  : 
O,  give  to  us  daily  our  portion  of  bread, 
It  is  from  thy  bounty  that  all  must  be  fed. 

3  Forgive  our  transgression  and  teach  us  to  know- 
That  humble  compassion  that  pardons  each  foe. 
Save  us  from  temptation,  from  weakness  and  sin ; 
And  thine  be  the  glory,  for  ever.     Amen. 


250 


./3  Blessing  Asked.  L.  M. 


ASSEMBLED  in  our  school  once  more, 
O  Lord,  thy  blessing  we  implore ; 


28  HYMNS. 

We  meet  to  read,  and  sing  and  pray, 
Be  with  us,  then,  through  this  thy  day. 

2  Our  fervent  prayer  to  thee  ascends, 
For  parents,  teachers,  foes  and  friends. 
And  when  we  in  thy  house  appear. 
Help  us  to  worship  in  thy  fear. 

3  When  we  on  earth  shall  meet  no  more. 
May  we  above  to  heaven  soar ; 

And  praise  thee  in  more  lofty  strains, 
Where  one  eternal  Sabbath  reigrns. 


251 


252 


The  Bible  for  the  Heathen.  78. 

SEE  that  heathen  mother  stand 
Where  the  sacred  currents  flow ; 

With  her  own  maternal  hand, 
'Mid  the  waves  her  infant  throw  ! 

Hark !  I  hear  the  piteous  scream ; 

Frightful  monsters  seize  their  prey ; 
Or  the  dark  and  bloody  stream 

Bears  the  struggling  child  away. 

Fainter  now,  and  fainter  still, 
Breaks  the  cry  upon  the  ear ; 

But  the  mother's  heart  is  steel, 
She,  unmoved,  that  cry  can  hear. 

Send,  O  send,  the  Bible  there ; 

Let  its  precepts  reach  the  heart; 
She  may  then  her  children  spare, 

She  may  act  the  mother's  part. 

Sincerity  in  Prayer.  C  M. 

WHEN  daily  1  kneel  down  to  pray. 
As  I  am  taught  to  do. 


HYMNS.  29 

God  does  not  care  for  what  I  say, 
Unless  I  feel  it  too. 

2  Yet  foolish  thoughts  my  heart  beguile  ; 

And  when  I  pray  or  sing, 
I'm  often  thinking  all  the  while 
About  some  other  thing. 

3  O  let  me  never,  never  dare 

To  act  a  trifler's  part, 
Or  think  that  God  will  hear  a  prayer 
That  comes  not  from  the  heart. 

4  But  if  I  make  his  ways  my  choice, 

As  holy  children  do. 
Then,  while  I  seek  him  with  my  voice 
My  heart  will  love  him  too. 


253 


A  Child's  Prayer.  C.  M. 


SAVIOUR,  teach  me  how  to  pray. 
And  then  accept  my  prayer  ; 

For  thou  canst  hear  the  words  I  say, 
For  thou  art  everywhere. 

2  A  little  sparrow  cannot  fall 

Unnoticed,  Lord,  by  thee ; 
And  though  I  am  so  young  and  small. 
Thou  dost  take  care  of  me. 

3  Teach  me  to  do  the  thing  that's  right. 

An  d  when  I  sin,  forgive  ; 
And  make  it  still  my  chief  delight 
To  serve  thee  while  I  live. 

4  Whatever  trouble  I  am  in. 

To  thee  for  help  I'll  call ; 
But  keep  me,  more  than  all,  from  sin. 
For  that's  the  worst  of  all. 
3* 


30  HYMNS. 


254 


Trifling  in  Worship.  L.  M. 


IN  God's  own  house  for  me  to  play, 
While  Christians  meet  to  hear  and  pray, 
Is  to  profane  his  holy  place, 
And  tempt  the  Almighty  to  his  face. 

2  When  angels  bow  before  the  Lord, 
And  devils  tremble  at  his  word. 
Shall  I,  a  feeble  mortal,  dare 

To  mock,  and  sport,  and  trifle  there  1 

3  Great  God,  compassionate  and  mild, 
Forgive  the  follies  of  a  child; 
Teach  me  to  pray  and  love  thy  word, 
That  I  may  learn  to  serve  the  Lord. 


255 


The  Blood  of  Christ.  C.  M. 


THERE  is  a  fountain,  filled  with  blood. 
Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins, 

And  sinners  plunged  beneath  that  flood. 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 
And  there  may  I,  as  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power. 
Till  all  the  ransomed  church  of  God 
Be  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
•     Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 


HYMNS.  31 

5  Then,  in  a  nol)ler,  sweeter  song-, 

I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save ; 
When  this  poor  lisping-,  stammering  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

6  Lord,  I  believe  thou  hast  prepared. 

Unworthy  though  I  be, 
For  me  a  blood  bought,  free  reward, 
A  golden  harp  for  me. 

7  'Tis  strung  and  tuned  for  endless  years, 

And  formed  by  power  divine — 
To  sound  in  God  the  Father's  ears 
No  other  name  but  thine. 


256 


ril  seek  Qod.  C.  M. 


SOON  as  I  heard  my  Father  say, 
"  Ye  children,  seek  my  grace  ;" 

My  heart  replied,  without  delay, 
"  I'll  seek  my  Father's  face." 

2  Let  not  thy  love  be  hid  from  me, 

Nor  frown  my  soul  away  ; 
God  of  my  life,  1  fly  to  thee 
In  each  distressing  day. 

3  Should  friends  and  kindred,  near  and  dear, 

Leave  me  to  want,  or  die, 
My  God  will  make  my  life  his  care, 
And  all  I  need  supply. 

4  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  saints, 

And  keep  your  courage  up ; 
He'll  raise  your  spirit  when  it  faints, 
And  far  exceed  your  hope. 


32 


•257 


Allurements  of  Sin.  7's. 

MANY  voices  seem  to  say, 
"  Hither,  children — here's  the  way  ; 
Haste  along-,  and  nothing  fear 
Every  pleasant  thing  is  here  !" 

2  Yes — but  whither  would  ye  lead  ? 
Is  it  happiness  indeed  ? 

Or  a  little  shining  show, 
Leading  down  to  death  and  wo  ? 

3  We  were  made  for  better  things  ; 
High  as  heaven  our  nature  spring's  ; 
Like  the  lark  that  upward  flies, 
We  were  made  to  seek  the  skies. 

4  We  were  made  to  love  and  fear 
That  great  God  who  placed  us  here, 
Made  to  study  and  fulfil 

All  his  good  and  holy  will. 

5  We  were  made  to  work  awhile, 
Cheerful  at  our  work  to  smile  : 
Thinking,  as  we  labour  thus. 
Of  the  heaven  prepared  for  us. 

6  So,  a  pleasant  path  v^e'll  tread, 
By  the  hand  of  Jesus  led  ; 
Till,  from  sin  and  sorrow  freed, 
Ours  is  happiness  indeed  ! 


•258 


Teacher's  Illness,  L.  M. 


O  THOU,  before  whose  gracious  throne 
We  bow  our  suppliant  spirits  down. 
Regard  our  simple  earnest  prayer, 
And  make  our  teacher  now  thy  care. 


HYMNS.  33 

2  Preserve  thy  servant  from  the  grave ; 
Stretch  out  thine  arm,  O  Lord,  to  save ; 
Back  to  our  hopes  and  wishes  give 
Our  teacher,  Lord,  and  bid  him  live. 

3  Yet  if  our  supplications  fail, 

And  prayers  and  tears  cannot  prevail, 
Be  thou  his  strength,  be  thou  his  stay, 
Support  him  through  the  narrow  way. 

4  Around  him  may  thy  angels  stand, 
To  bear  him  to  a  better  land  ; 

To  teach  his  happy  soul  to  rise, 
And  waft  him  to  the  upper  skies. 


259 


C.  M. 


ON  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 

And  cast  a  wistful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 

Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  O  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene 

That  rises  to  my  sight ! 
Sweet  fields,  arrayed  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight ! 

3  On  all  those  wide-extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day  ; 
There  God  the  Son  for  ever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

4  No  chilling  winds,  nor  poisonous  breath. 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore  ; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death. 
Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 

5  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  for  ever  blest  1 


34  HYMNS. 

When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  his  bosom  rest  1 

6  Filled  with  delight  my  raptured  soul 
Can  here  no  longer  stay ; 
Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 
Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 


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Missionary  Hymn.  7,  6. 

TO  thee,  O  blessed  Saviour, 

Our  grateful  songs  we  raise ; 
O  tune  our  hearts  and  voices 

Thy  holy  name  to  praise  ; 
'Tis  by  thy  sovereign  mercy 

We're  here  allowed  to  meet : 
To  join  with  those  who  love  thee. 

Thy  blessing  to  entreat. 

2  Lord,  guide  and  bless  our  teachers 

Who  labor  for  our  good, 
And  may  the  holy  Scriptures 

By  us  be  understood ; 
O  may  our  hearts  be  given 

To  thee,  our  glorious  King  ; 
That  we  may  meet  in  heaven, 

Thy  praises  there  to  sing. 

And  may  the  precious  gospel 

Be  published  all  abroad. 
Till  the  benighted  heathen 

Shall  know  and  serve  the  Lord ; 
Till  o'er  the  wide  creation 

The  rays  of  truth  shall  shine. 
And  nations  now  in  darkness 

Arise  to  light  divine. 


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HYMNS.  35 


Hijmn  of  Praise. 


COME,  ye  children,  and  adore  him, 

Lord  of  all,  he  reigns  above; 
Come  and  worship  now  before  him, 

He  hath  called  you  by  his  love. 
He  will  grant  you  every  blessing 

Of  his  all  abounding  grace  ; 
Come,  with  humble  hearts  expressing 

All  your  gratitude  and  praise. 

2  On  this  holy  day  of  gladness, 

We  will  join  in  praises  meet ; 
Every  bosom  free  from  sadness, 

All  with  happiness  replete. 
O  to  feel  the  love  of  Jesus ! 

O  to  know  that,  from  above. 
Still  our  heavenly  Father  sees  us 

With  an  eye  of  tender  love  ! 

3  Dearest  children,  now  adore  him  ; 

Swell  aloud  the  joyful  strain ; 
Let  the  nations  bow  before  him, 

Echo  back  the  notes  again. 
While  he  will  accept  the  praises. 

E'en  from  every  heart  and  tongue, 
Those  to  him  an  mfant  raises, 

Still  are  sweetest  of  the  song. 

4  Lord  of  all,  our  hearts'  oblation 

Now  ascends  to  thee  alone  ; 
We  would  come,  with  all  the  nation, 

Now  to  worship  at  thy  throne. 
Teachers!  will  you  join  the  chorus? 

Join  in  hymning  forth  his  praise, 
Who,  for  our  redemption,  shows  us 

All  the  riches  of  his  grace  1 


36  HYMNS. 

5  Praise  to  thee,  O  Lord,  for  ever  ! 

Gladly  now  we  all  unite  ; 
Praise  to  thee,  O  God  !  the  giver, 

Blessed  Lord,  of  life  and  light ! 
Ransomed  nation,  spread  the  story! 

Rescued  people,  ne'er  give  o'er ! 
All  his  grace,  and  all  his  glory, 

O  proclaim  for  evermore  ! 


•262 


Blind  Bartimeus.  8,  7. 


"  MERCY,  O  thou  Son  of  David  !" 
Thus  the  blind  Bartimeus  prayed  ; 

"  Mercy,  O  thou  Son  of  David  ! 
Now  to  me  afford  thine  aid." 

2  Many  for  his  crying  blamed  him, 

But  he  called  the  louder  still, 
Till  the  gracious  Saviour  bid  him, 
"  Come,  and  ask  me  what  you  will." 

3  Money  was  not  what  he  wanted, 

Though  by  begging  used  to  live  ; 
But  he  asked  and  Jesus  granted 
Alms  which  none  but  he  could  give. 

4  "  Lord,  remove  this  grievous  blindness 

Let  my  eyes  behold  the  day  !" 
Straight  he  saw,  and  won  by  kindness, 
Followed  Jesus  in  the  way. 

5  Now,  methinks,  I  hear  him  praising, 

Publishing  to  all  around : 
"Friends,  is  not  my  case  amazing  1 
What  a  Saviour  I  have  found  ! 

6  O  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  him. 

And  would  be  advised  by  me ! 
Surely  they  would  hasten  to  him. 
He  would  cause  them  all  to  see." 


263 


HYMNS.  '  37 


Tnvitution  to  Praise.  C.  M. 


COME,  children,  hail  the  Prince  of  peace. 

Obey  the  Saviour^'s  call ; 
Come,  seek  his  face,  and  taste  his  grace. 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Ye  lambs  of  Christ,  your  tribute  bringv 

Ye  children,  great  and  small, 
Hosanna  sing  to  Christ  your  King : 
O  crown  him  Lord  of  alL 

3  This  Jesus  will  your  sins  forgive, 

O  haste !  before  him  fall ; 
For  you  he  died,  that  you  might  live 
To  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Let  every  people,  every  tribe. 

Around  this  earthly  ball, 
To  hira  all  majesty  ascribe. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all, 

5  All  hail,  the  Saviour,  Prince  of  peace, 

Let  saints  before  him  fall ; 
Let  sinners  seek  his  pardoning  grace. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  al!. 


264 


Children  in  Heaven,  L.  M« 


HAPPY  the  children  who  are  gone 
To  live  with  Jesus  Christ  in  peace, 

Who  stand  around  his  glorious  throne, 
RedeemM  by  blood,  and  sav'd  by  grace* 

2  The  Saviour,  whom  they  loved  below. 
Hath  softly  wiped  their  tears  away ; 
No  sin,  no  sorrow,  there  they  know, 
But  dwell  in  one  eternal  day. 

4 


38  HYMN3. 

3  There  to  their  golden  harps  they  sing-, 

While  tens  of  thousands  join  their  songs, 
Hosannas  to  the  immortal  King, 
To  whom  immortal  praise  belongs. 

4  O  glorious  Lord,  and  when  shall  we 

Be  brought  with  them  in  bliss  to  join ; 
Thy  lovely  countenance  to  see, 
And  sing  thy  mercies  all  divine  ? 


265 


Singing  in  Heaven.  C  M . 


AROUND  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven, 
Thousands  of  children  stand — 

Children  whose  sins  are  all  forgiven, 
A  holy,  happy  band, 

Singing  glory,  glory,  glory. 

2  In  flowing  robes  of  spotless  white. 

See  every  one  arrayM, 
Dwelling  in  everlasting  light, 
And  joys  that  never  fade. 
Singing  glory,  glory. 

3  Once  they  were  little  things  like  you. 

And  lived  on  earth  below, 
And  could  not  praise,  as  now  they  do, 
The  Lord  who  loved  them  so, 
Singing  glory,  glory. 

4  What  brought  them  to  that  world  above,. 

That  heaven  so  bright  and  fair. 
Where  all  is  peace,  and  joy,  and  love  1 
How  came  those  children  there  T 
Singing  glory,  glory. 

5  On  earth  they  sought  the  Saviour's  grace, 

On  earth  they  loved  his  name  ; 


HYMNS. 


So  now  they  see  his  blessed  face, 
And  stand  before  the  Lamb, 
Singing  glory,  glory. 


266 


Calvary.  Ts. 

LO,  at  noon  'tis  sudden  night. 
Darkness  covers  ail  the  sky ! 

Rocks  are  rending  at  the  sight ! 
Children,  can  you  tell  me  why ! 

What  can  all  these  wonders  be  ? 

Jesus  dies  at  Calvary  ! 

2  Naird  upon  the  cross,  behold 

How  his  tender  limbs  are  torn 
For  a  royal  crown  of  gold. 

They  have  made  him  one  of  thorn : 
Cruel  hands,  that  dare  to  bind 
Thorns  upon  a  brow  so  kind  ! 

3  See,  the  blood  is  falling  fast 

From  his  f<M-ehead  and  his  side ! 
Hark !  he  now  has  breathed  his  last, 

With  a  mighty  groan  he  died  I 
Children,  shall  I  tell  you  why 
Jesus  condescends  to  die ! 

4  He,  who  was  a  King  above. 

Left  his  kingdom  for  a  grave. 
Out  of  pity  and  of  love. 

That  the  guilty  he  might  save : 
Down  to  this  sad  world  he  flew. 
For  such  little  ones  as  you. 

5  You  were  wretched,  weak,  and  vile ; 

You  deserved  his  holy  frown ; 
But  he  saw  you  with  a  smile, 
And,  to  save  you,  hastened  down. 


40  HYMNS. 

Listen,  children,  this  is  why- 
Jesus  condescends  to  die. 

6  Come,  then,  children,  come  and  see ; 
Lift  you  little  hands  to  pray  ; 
"  Blessed  Jesus,  pardon  me, 
Help  a  guilty  infant,"  say ; 


"  Since  it  was  for  such  as 
Thou  didst  condescend  to  die." 


267 


Coming  to  Jesus.  8,  7. 


SUFFER  me  to  come  to  Jesus, 
Mother  dear,  forbid  me  not ; 

By  his  blood  from  hell  he  frees  us. 
Makes  us  fair  without  a  spot. 

2  Suffer  me,  my  earthly  father, 

At  his  pierced  feet  to  fall : 
Why  forbid  me  1  help  me,  rather ; 
Jesus  is  my  all  in  all. 

3  Suffer  me  to  run  unto  him, 

Gentle  sisters,  come  with  me ; 
Oh,  that  all  I  love  but  knew  him. 
Then  my  home  a  heaven  would  be. 

4  Loving  playmates,  gay  and  smiling. 

Bid  me  not  forsake  the  cross  ; 
Hard  to  bear  is  your  reviling, 
Yet  for  Jesus  all  is  dross. 

5  Yes,  though  all  the  world  have  chid  me, 

Father,  mother,  sister,  friend, 
Jesus  never  will  forbid  me  ! 
Jesus  loves  me  to  the  end  I 

6  Gentle  Shepherd,  on  thy  shoulder 

Carry  me  a  sinful  lamb. 


HYMNSL  41 

Give  me  faith  and  make  me  bolder, 
Till  with  thee  in  heaven  I  am- 


268 


"  Him  that  oomtth  to  me,  I  will  in  na  wise  cast  out.^ 


JUST  as  I  am !  without  one  plea, 
But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  thou  bidd'st  me  come  to  thee ; 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 

2  Just  as  I  am !  and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot. 

To  Thee,  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  spot  ;- 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 

3  Just  as  I  am  !  though  tossed  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt ; 
With  fears  within,  and  foes  without ; — 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  ! 

4  Just  as  I  am  1  poor,  wretched,  blind : 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, — 
Yea,  all  I  need, — in  Thee  to  find ; — 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 

5  Jttst  as  I  am !  thou  wilt  receive. 

Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve ; — 
Because  thy  promise  I  believe ; — 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 

6  Just  as  I  am !  thy  love  now  known. 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down ; — 
Now  to  be  thine,  yea  thine  alone ; 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 


269 


Jes%s  All  in  AU.  8,7. 


JESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 
All  to  leave  and  follow  thee : 

4* 


42  HYMNS. 

Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken, 
Thou,  from  hence,  my  all  shalt  be ; 

Perish  every  fond  ambition. 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known. 

Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition, 

God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own  ! 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me  ; 
They  have  left  my  Saviour,  too; 

Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me  ; 

Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue  ; 
And  whilst  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me ; 

God  of  wisdom,  love  and  might, 
Foes  may  hate  and  friends  disown  me, 

Show  thy  face  and  all  is  bright. 

3  Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 
'Twill  but  drive  me  to  thy  breast ; 

Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me. 
Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  rest. 

Oh  !  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 
While  thy  love  is  left  to  me ; 

Oh  !  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me. 
Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  thee. 

4  Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation, 
Rise  o'er  sin  and  fear  and  care  ; 

Joy  to  find  in  every  station, 
Something  still  to  do  or  bear ; 

Think  what  spirit  dwells  within  thee, 
Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine  ; 

Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee  ; 
Child  of  Heaven,  canst  thou  repine  1 

5  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory. 
Armed  by  faith,  and  urged  by  prayer. 

Heaven's  eternal  day  's  before  thee, 
God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 


HYMNS.  43 

Soon  shall  close  thine  earthly  mission, 
Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days, 

Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 
Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 


270 


How  Happy  are  They.  P.  M. 

HOW  happy  are  they 

Who  their  Saviour  obey. 

And  have  laid  up  their  treasures  above ; 

O,  what  tongue  can  express 

The  sweet  comfort  and  peace, 

Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love  I 

2  That  comfort  was  mine 
When  the  favor  divine, 

I  first  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb, 
When  my  heart  it  believed, 
What  a  joy  I  received, 
What  a  heaven  in  Jesus'  name  ! 

3  Twas  a  heaven  below. 
My  Redeemer  to  know. 

The  angels  could  do  nothing  more, 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet, 

And  the  story  repeat, 

And  the  lover  of  sinners  adore. 

4  Jesus  all  the  day  long, 
Was  my  joy  and  my  song, 

0  that  all,  his  salvation  might  see. 
He  hath  loved  me,  I  cried. 

He  hath  suffered  and  died. 
To  redeem  such  a  rebel  as  me. 

5  On  the  wings  of  his  love, 

1  was  carried  above, 

All  sin  and  temptation  and  pain. 
And  I  could  not  believe. 


44  HYMNS. 

That  I  ever  should  grieve, 
That  I  ever  should  suffer  again. 

6  O,  the  rapturous  height 
Of  that  holy  delight 
Which  is  found  in  his  life  giving  blood ! 
Of  a  Saviour  possessed, 
We  are  perfectly  blessed. 
As  if  filled  with  the  fulness  of  God. 


271 


The  Voice  of  Free  Grace.  P.  M. 

THE  voice  of  free  grace 

Cries,  Escape  to  the  mountain, 
For  Adam's  lost  race, 

Christ  hath  opened  a  fountain ; 
For  sin  and  uncleanness, 

And  every  transgression, 
His  blood  flows  most  freely, 
In  streams  of  salvation. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb, 
Who  hath  purchased  our  pardon. 
We  will  praise  him  again. 
When  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

2  Ye  souls  that  are  wounded. 

To  the  Saviour  repair. 
Now  he  calls  you  in  mercy, — 

And  can  you  forbear "? 
Though  your  sins  are  increased 

As  high  as  a  mountain. 
That  blood  can  remove  them, 

Which  streams  from  the  fountain. 
Hallelujah,  &c. 

3  Now  Jesus  our  King 

Reigns  triumphant  and  glorious, 


HYMNS.  45 

Over  sin,  death,  and  hell. 

He  is  more  than  victorious. 
With  shouting  proclaim  it, 

O  trust  in  his  passion  ; 
He  saves  us  most  freely, 

O  precious  salvation  1 — 
Hallelujah,  &.c. 

When  on  Zion  we  stand, 

Having  gained  that  blest  shore. 
With  our  harps  in  our  hand. 

We  will  praise  him  the  more  ; 
We  will  range  the  sweet  plains. 

On  the  banks  of  the  river, 
And  sing  of  salvation, 

For  ever  and  ever. 
Hallelujah,  &c. 


272 


The  Christian  Child.  To. 

PEOPLE  of  the  living  God- 
Though  my  days  but  few  have  been. 

Weary  is  the  path  Pve  trod. 

For  I've  walked  the  ways  of  sin  : 

Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns, 
Turns  to  you  a  child  unblest, — 

Fathers  !  where  your  altar  burns. 
Oh  !  receive  me  into  rest. 

Lonely  I  no  longer  roam, 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave, 
Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home. 

Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave  : 
Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore. 

Your  dear  Saviour  shall  be  mine ; 
Earth  can  fill  my  soul  no  more, 

Every  idol  I  resign. 


46  HYMNS. 

3  Tell  me  not  of  gain  or  loss, 

Worldly  pomp  or  worldly  power, 
Welcome  God  my  Saviour's  cross ! 

Welcome  e'en  affliction's  hour ! 
"  Follow  me  !"  I  know  thy  voice, 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  Thy  steps  I  see, 
Now  I  take  thy  yoke  by  choice, 

Light  Thy  burden  now  to  me  ! 


273 


Sufferings  of  Jesus.  7,6. 

O  SACRED  head,  now  wounded 

With  grief  and  shame  bowed  down, 
Now  scornfully  surrounded. 

With  thorns  thine  only  crown ; 
O  sacred  head,  what  glory. 

What  bliss  ere  now  was  thine, 
But  though  despised  and  gory, 

I  joy  to  call  thee  mine  ! 

O  noblest  brow  and  dearest. 

In  other  days  the  world 
All  feared  when  thou  appearedst, 

What  shame  on  thee  is  hurled  ! 
How  art  thou  pale  with  anguish, 

With  sore  abuse  and  scorn. 
How  do  those  features  languish, 

Which  once  were  bright  as  morn. 

What  thou,  my  Lord,  has  suffered, 

Was  all  for  sinners'  gain, 
Mine,  mine  was  the  transgression, 

But  thine  the  deadly  pain. 
Lo,  here  I  fall,  my  Saviour, 

Tis  I  deserve  thy  place. 
Look  on  me  with  thy  favour. 

Vouchsafe  to  me  thy  grace. 


HYMNS.  47 

4  The  joy  can  ne'er  be  spoken, 

Above  all  joy  beside, 
When  in  thy  body  broken, 

I  thus  with  safety  hide. 
My  Lord  of  life,  desiring-. 

Thy  glory  now  to  see, 
Besides  thy  cross  expiring", 

I'll  breathe  my  soul  to  thee. 

5  What  language  shall  I  borrow 

To  thank  thee,  dearest  Friend, 
For  this  thy  dying  sorrow. 

Thy  pity  without  end, — 
O  make  me  thine  forever. 

And  should  I  fainting  be. 
Lord,  let  me  never,  never. 

Outlive  my  love  to  thee. 

6  If  ever  I  should  leave  thee, 

O  Jesus,  leave  not  me. 
In  faith  may  I  receive  thee, 

When  death  may  set  me  free. 
When  strength  and  comfort  languish, 

And  I  must  hence  depart. 
Release  me  then  from  anguish. 

By  thine  own  wounded  heart. 

7  Be  near  when  I  am  dying". 

Then  show  thy  cross  to  me ! 
And  to  my  succor  flying", 

Come,  Lord,  to  set  me  free — 
These  eyes  new  faith  receiving. 

From  Jesus  will  not  move, 
For  he  who  dies  believing. 

Dies  safely  through  thy  love. 


48  HYMNS. 


274 


Jesus  was  once  a  Child.  L.  M.    61. 


DID  God  that  reigns  in  heaven  above, 
Make  all  the  sky  and  earth  and  sea  ^ 

And  dare  I  strive  to  seek  his  love, 
And  will  he  hear  a  child  like  me  ] 

O  yes  !  for  he  who  reigns  on  high, 

Was  once  a  child  as  young  as  I. 

2  Upon  his  mother's  breast  he  lay, 

Beside  his  mother's  knee  he  stood, 
To  him  a  child  may  surely  pray. 

He'll  teach  me  to  be  wise  and  good ; 
O  yes !  for  he  who  reigns  on  high, 
Was  once  a  child  as  young  as  I. 

3  But  round  his  throne  the  angels  stand. 

My  feeble  voice  he  cannot  know, 
O  yes  !  for  once  with  gentle  hand. 

He  blessed  young  children  here  below — 
O  yes  !  for  he  who  reigns  on  high, 
Was  once  a  child  as  young  as  I. 

4  I'll  praise  him  then  from  day  to  day, 

On  earth  him  only  I'll  adore, 
And  when  he  takes  my  soul  away, 

I'll  praise  and  sing  and  love  him  more — 
O  yes !  for  he  who  reigns  on  high, 
Was  once  a  child  as  young  as  I. 


275 


Loving  Kindness  of  the  Saviour.  L.  M. 


AWAKE,  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays. 
And  sing  the  great  Redeemer's  praise  ; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me. 
His  loving  kindness,  O,  how  free ! 

His  loving  kindness — Loving  kindness 
His  loving  kindness — O,  how  free  ! 


HYMNS. 

2  He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall, 
Yet  loved  me  notwithstanding  all, 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate. 
His  loving  kindness,  O,  how  great ! 

3  Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along. 

His  loving  kindness,  O,  how  strong ! 

4  When  trouble  like  a  gloomy  cloud. 
Has  gathered  thick  and  thundered  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood, 

His  loving  kindness,  O,  how  good  ! 

5  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart, 
Prone  from  my  Jesus  to  depart ;    « 
But  though  I  have  him  oft  forgot. 
His  loving  kindness  changes  not. 

6  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail ; 
O  !  may  my  last  expiring  breath. 

His  loving  kindness  sing  in  death. 

7  Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away. 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day. 
And  sing  with  rapture  and  surprise, 
His  loving  kindness  in  the  skies. 


276 


City  of  Qod.  8,  7. 


GLORIOUS  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 

Zion,  city  of  our  God, 
He,  whose  word  cannot  be  broken. 

Formed  thee  for  his  blest  abode  ; 
On  the  rock  of  ages  founded. 

What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose. 
6 


50 


With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 
Thou  may'st  smile  upon  thy  foes. 

See  the  streams  of  living  waters, 

Springing'  from  eternal  love, 
Still  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters, 

And  all  fear  of  want  remove  : 
Who  can  faint  while  such  a  river. 

Ever  flows  our  thirst  t'  assuage  1 
Grace,  which  like  the  Lord  the  giver, 

Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 

Round  each  little  family  hovering, 

See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear ! 
For  a  glory  and  a  covering, 

Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near  : 
He  who  gives  us  daily  manna. 

He  who  listens  when  we  cry, 
Let  him  hear  the  loud  Hosanna, 

Rising  to  his  throne  on  high. 


277 


The  Friend  of  Sinners.  8,  7. 


ONE  there  is  above  all  others, 

Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend  ; 

His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 
Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end. 

2  Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us. 

Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood  ? 
But  this  Saviour  died  to  have  us 
Reconciled,  in  him,  to  God. 

3  When  he  lived  on  earth  abased, 

Friend  of  sinners  was  his  name ; 
Now,  above  all  glory  raised. 
He  rejoices  in  the  same. 


HYMNS.  51 

4  O  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften ! 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love  ; 
We,  alas  !  forget  too  often, 
What  a  friend  we  have  above. 

/^  I  O  JiVll  not  give  up  the  Bible.  P.  M. 

WE'LL  not  give  up  the  Bible, 

God's  holy  book  of  truth  ; 
The  blessed  staff  of  hoary  age, 

The  guide  of  early  youth : 
The  sun  that  sheds  a  glorious  light, 

O'er  every  dreary  road ; 
The  voice  that  speaks  a  Saviour's  love, 

And  calls  us  home  to  God. 

2  We'll  not  give  up  the  Bible, 

For  pleasure  or  for  pain ; 
We'll  buy  the  truth,  and  sell  it  not. 

For  all  that  we  might  gain : 
Though  man  should  try  to  take  our  prize, 

By  guile  or  cruel  might ; 
We'll  suffer  all  that  man  could  do, 

And  God  defend  the  right. 

2  We'll  not  give  up  the  Bible, 

But  spread  it  far  and  wide ; 
Until  its  saving  voice  be  heard 

Beyond  the  rolling  tide : 
'Till  all  shall  know  its  gracious  power. 

And  with  one  voice  and  heart. 
Resolve,  that  from  God's  sacred  word. 

We'll  never,  never  part ! 


279 


Sweet  Sabbath-school.  C.  M. 


SWEET  Sabbath-school,  place  dear  to  me, 
Where'er  through  life  I  roam. 


52  HYMNS. 

My  heart  will  often  turn  to  thee. 
My  childhood's  Sabbath  home. 

2  Within  thy  courts  of  Him  I've  heard, 

Whose  birth  the  angels  sung; 
When  o'er  the  shepherds,  fill'd  with  fear, 
The  star  of  glory  hung. 

3  C,  holy  place!  where  first  we  shed 

The  penitential  tear ; 
Where  youthful  steps  are  taught  to  tread 
In  paths  of  peace  and  prayer. 

4  When  all  our  wand'rings  here  shall  cease. 

And  cares  of  life  shall  end ; 

In  God's  eternal  Sabbath  place, 

May  we  our  anthems  blend. 


280 


What  of  the  mght?  Tb. 


WATCHMAN !  tell  us  of  the  night, 
What  its  signs  of  promise  are ; 

Traveller !  o'er  yon  mountain  height, 
See  that  glory  beaming  star. 

2  Watchman  !  does  its  beauteous  ray. 

Aught  of  joy  or  hope  foretell "? 
Traveller !  yes,  it  brings  the  day, 
Promised  day  of  Israel. 

3  Watchman !  tell  us  of  the  night. 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends ; 
Traveller !  blessedness  and  light. 
Peace  and  truth  its  course  portends. 

4  Watchman  !  will  its  beams  alone, 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth ; 
Traveller !  ages  are  its  own, 
See  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 


HYMNS.  53 

5  Watchman !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. 
Traveller !  darkness  takes  its  flight, 
Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 

6  Watchman  !  let  thy  wand'rings  cease, 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home ; 
Traveller !  lo,  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
Lo,  the  Son  of  God  is  come ! 


2S1 


Remember  Me.  C.  M- 


O  THOU,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows, 

I  lift  my  soul  to  thee ; 
In  all  my  sorrows,  conflicts,  woes. 

Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 
Remember  me. 

2  When  growing  on  ray  burdened  heart, 

My  sins  lie  heavily; 
My  pardon  speak,  new  peace  impart, 
In  love  remember  me. 

3  When  trials  sore  obstruct  my  way. 

And  ills  I  cannot  flee. 
Oh !  let  my  strength  be  as  my  day. 
For  good  remember  me. 

4  If  on  my  face,  for  thy  dear  name, 

Shame  and  reproaches  be. 
All  hail  reproach  and  welcome  shame. 
If  thou  remember  me. 

5  The  hour  is  near,  consigned  to  death, 
I  own  thy  just  decree ; 
Saviour,  with  my  last  parting  breath, 
I'll  cry,  Remember  me. 

Remember  me,  remember  me. 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 
5* 


54  HYMNS. 


2S2 


Child's  Creed.  8,  7. 


WE  are  little  Christian  children, 
We  can  run,  and  talk,  and  play ; 

The  Great  God  of  earth  and  heaven, 
Made,  and  keeps  us  every  day. 

2  We  are  little  Christian  children, 

Christ,  the  Son  of  God  most  high. 
With  his  precious  blood  redeemed  us, 
Dying  that  we  might  not  die. 

3  We  are  little  Christian  children, 

God  the  Holy  Ghost  is  here. 
Dwelling  in  our  hearts,  to  make  us 
Kind,  and  holy,  good,  and  dear. 

4  We  are  little  Christian  children, 

Saved  by  him  who  loves  us  most ; 
We  believe  in  God  Almighty, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost 


283 


The  Love  of  Christ.  C.  M. 


THERE  is  a  green  hill  far  away. 

Without  a  city  wall. 
Where  the  dear  Lord  was  crucified, 

Who  died  to  save  us  all. 

2  We  may  not  know,  we  cannot  tell, 

What  pains  He  had  to  bear ; 
But  we  believe  it  was  for  us. 
He  hung  and  suffered  there. 

3  He  died  that  we  might  be  forgiven. 

He  died  to  make  us  good ; 
That  we  might  go  at  last  to  heaven, 
Saved  by  His  precious  blood. 


HYMNS.  55 

4  There  was  none  other,  good  enough 

To  pay  the  price  of  sin ; 
He  only  could  unlock  the  gate 
Of  heaven,  and  let  us  in. 

5  O,  dearly,  dearly  has  He  loved, 

And  we  must  love  Him  too, 
And  trust  in  his  redeeming  blood. 
And  try  His  works  to  do. 


284 


The  Holy  Ghost.  C.  M. 


I  KNEW  a  little,  sickly  child, 

The  long,  long  summer's  day, 
When  all  the  world  was  green  and  bright, 

Alone  in  bed  he  lay : 
There  used  to  come  a  little  dove, 

Before  his  window  small. 
And  sing  to  him  with  her  sweet  voice, 

Out  of  the  fir  tree  tall. 

2  And  when  the  sick  child  better  grew, 

x\nd  he  could  crawl  along, 
Close  to  that  window  he  would  creep, 

And  listen  to  her  song : 
And  he  was  gentle  in  his  speech, 

And  quiet  at  his  play ; 
He  would  not  for  the  world,  have  made 

That  sweet  bird  fly  away. 

3  There  is  a  holy  dove,  that  sings 

To  every  pious  child ; 
That  whispers  to  his  little  heart, 

A  song  as  sweet  and  mild : 
It  is  the  Holy  Spirit :  God, 

That  speaks  his  soul  within ; 
That  leads  him  on  to  all  things  good, 

And  holds  him  back  from  sin. 


56  HYMNS. 

4  And  he  must  hear  that  still  small  voice, 
Nor  tempt  it  to  depart ; 
The  Spirit  great  and  wonderful, 

That  whispers  to  his  heart: 
He  must  be  pure,  and  good,  and  true, 
^  Must  strive,  and  watch,  and  pray. 

For  unresisted  sin,  at  last, 
Will  drive  that  dove  away. 


285 


Qod  is  in  Heaven.  C,  M. 


GOD  is  in  heaven  !     Can  he  hear 

A  little  prayer  like  mine  1 
Yes,  thoughtful  child,  thou  need'st  not  fear, 

He  listeneth  to  thine. 

2  God  is  in  heaven !     Can  he  see 

When  I  am  doing  wrong  1 
Yes,  that  he  can ;  he  looks  at  thee 
All  day  and  all  night  long. 

3  God  is  in  heaven !    Would  he  know 

If  I  should  tell  a  lie  1 
Yes,  though  thou  said'st  it  very  low, 
He'd  hear  it  in  the  sky. 

4  God  is  in  heaven !     Does  he  care — 

Does  he  provide  for  me  1 
Yes,  all  thou  hast  to  eat  or  wear, 
'Tis  God  that  gives  it  thee. 

5  God  is  in  heaven  !     Can  I  go 

To  thank  him  for  his  care  1 
Not  yet ;  but  love  him  here  below, 
And  he  will  take  thee  there. 

6  God  is  in  heaven !    May  I  pray 

To  go  there  when  I  die  ? 
Yes;  seek  and  serve  him,  and  one  day 
He'll  take  thee  to  the  sky. 


2S6 


287 


HYMNS.  57 


The  Dyivg  Child.  P.  M. 

WHY  do  you  weep? 

I  am  falling  asleep, 
And  Jesus  my  Shepherd 

Is  watching  his  sheep; 
His  arm  is  beneath  me, 

His  eye  is  above; 
His  Spirit  within  me 

Says,  "  Rest  in  my  love : 

"  With  blood  I  have  bought  thee, 

And  wash'd  thee  from  sin ; 
With  care  I  have  brought  thee 

My  fold  to  be  in  ; 
Refresh'd  by  still  waters, 

In  green  pastures  fed, 
Thy  day  has  gone  by — 

I  am  making  thy  bed." 


My  Father's  at  the  Helm.  C.  M- 


'TWAS  when  the  seas  with  horrid  roar, 

A  little  bark  assailed  ; 
And  pallid  fear,  with  awful  power. 

O'er  each  on  board  prevailed. 

2  Save  one,  the  Captain's  darling  child, 

Who  fearless  view'd  the  storm ; 
And,  playful,  with  composure  smil'd. 
At  danger's  threatening  form. 

3  "  Why  sporting  thus,"  a  seaman  cries, 

"  Whilst  sorrows  overwhelm  ?" 
"  Why  yield  to  grief  1"  the  boy  replies ; 
"  My  Father's  at  the  heim  !" 


58  HYMNS. 

4  Safe  in  His  hands  whom  seas  obey 

When  swelling  surges  rise, 
He  turns  the  darkest  night  to  day, 
And  brightens  lowering  skies. 

5  Then  upward  look ;  howe'er  distressed, 

Jesus  will  guide  thee  home 
J         To  that  eternal  port  of  rest 

Where  storms  shall  never  come. 


288 


Jesus  alone.  7,  6. 

I  LAY  my  sins  on  Jesus, 
The  spotless  Lamb  of  God  ; 

He  bears  them  all,  and  frees  us, 
From  the  accursed  load. 

2  I  bring  my  guilt  to  Jesus, 

To  wash  my  crimson  stains 
White  in  his  blood  most  precious. 
Till  not  a  spot  remains. 

3  I  lay  my  wants  on  Jesus, 

All  fulness  dwells  in  him ; 
He  healeth  my  diseases, 
He  doth  my  soul  redeem. 

4  I  lay  my  griefs  on  Jesus, 

My  burdens  and  my  cares ; 
He  from  them  all  releases, 
He  all  my  sorrows  shares. 

5  I  love  the  name  of  Jesus — 

Immanuel,  Christ,  the  Lord ! 
Like  fragrance  on  the  breezes. 
His  name  is  spread  abroad. 

6  I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

Meek,  loving,  lowly,  mild ; 


289 


HYMNS.  59 

I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 
The  Father's  holy  child. 

7  I  long-  to  be  with  Jesus, 

Amid  the  heavenly  throng, 

To  sing-  with  saints  his  praises, 

And  learn  the  angels'  song. 

Early  Piety.  C.  M. 


JESUS,  who  reigns  above  the  sky, 
And  keeps  the  world  in  awe. 

Was  once  a  child  as  young  as  I, 
And  kept  his  Father's  law. 

2  At  twelve  years  old,  he  talk'd  with  men, 

(The  Jews  all  wond'ring  stand;) 
Yet  he  obey'd  his  mother  then. 
And  came  at  her  command. 

3  Children  a  sweet  hosanna  sung. 

And  bless'd  their  Saviour's  name  ; 
They  gave  him  honour  with  their  tongue, 
While  scribes  and  priests  blaspheme. 

4  Samuel,  the  child,  was  wean'd  and  brought 

To  wait  upon  the  Lord  ; 
Young  Timothy  betimes  was  taught 
To  know  his  holy  word. 

5  Then  why  should  I  so  long  delay, 

What  others  learn'd  so  soon  1 
I  would  not  pass  another  day. 
Without  this  work  begun. 


290 


Loving  without  Seeing.  L.  M. 


WHEN  Jesus  Christ  was  here  below, 
And  spread  his  works  of  love  abroad, 


60  HYMNS. 

If  I  had  lived  so  long  ago, 

I  think  I  should  have  loved  the  Lord. 

2  Jesus,  who  was  so  very  kind. 

Who  came  to  pardon  sinful  men. 
Who  heal'd  the  sick,  and  cured  the  blind  : 
Oh,  must  not  I  have  loved  him  then  1 

3  But  where  is  Jesus  1     Is  he  dead  ? 

Oh,  no;  he  lives  in  heaven  above : 
"  And  blest  are  they,"  the  Saviour  said, 
"  Who,  the'  they  have  not  seen  me,  love. 

4  He  sees  us  from  his  throne  on  high, 

As  well  as  when  on  earth  he  dwelt ; 
And  when  to  him  poor  children  cry, 
He  feels  such  love  as  then  he  felt. 

5  And  if  the  Lord  will  grant  me  grace, 

Much  I  will  love  him  and  adore ; 
But  when  in  heaven  1  see  his  face, 
'Twill  be  my  joy  to  love  him  more. 


•291 


Giving  all  to  Jesus.  C.  M. 


ALAS,  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed, 
And  did  my  Sovereign  die  1 

Did  he  devote  his  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  H 

Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 
He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  1 

Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in. 
When  God,  the  mighty  Maker,  died 

For  man,  the  creature's  sin. 


HYMNS.  61 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  his  dear  cross  appears, 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 

And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay, 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe, 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away, 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 


292 


OocTs  care  for  Jill.  P.  M. 


BEHOLD  the  daisy  where  you  tread. 

That  little  lowly  thing; 
Behold  the  insects  overhead. 

That  play  about  in  spring ; 
Tho'  we  may  think  them  mean  and  small, 
Yet  God  takes  notice  of  them  all. 

And  will  not  He  as  surely  make 

A  feeble  child  his  care  1 
Yes;  Jesus  died  for  children's  sake, 

And  loves  an  infant's  prayer; 
God  made  the  bees  and  daisies  too. 
And  watches  over  them  and  you. 


293 


Hopes  of  Heaven.  8,  5. 

IF  this  life  should  last  for  ever, 

'Twould  be  sad  for  me ; 
I  should  see  my  Saviour  never,. 

Whom  I  long  to  see. 
All  my  blissful  hopes  of  heaven, 

Soon  would  fade  away. 
If  to  me  the  boon  were  given, 

Here  on  earth  to  stay. 
Then  if  this  life,  «Sz,c. 
6 


62  HYMNS. 

2  Now  on  hope's  bright  pinions  soaring, 
Far  away  from  earth, 
I  can  feel  with  heart  adoring, 

Joys  of  heavenly  birth. 
All  the  joys  of  earth  are  fleeting. 

Dearest  friends  may  die  ; 
But  there  is  a  place  of  meeting, 
At  our  home  on  high. 

Then  if  this  life,  &c. 


294 


Sabbath  Bells.  P.  M. 


WHEN  the  moon  is  beaming. 

Over  the  hills  and  dells. 
Sweet  to  wake  from  dreaming. 

Hearing  the  Sabbath  bells. 
All  nature  robed  in  cheerfulness. 

Invites  the  heart  to  praise. 
Our  Father  God,  thy  name  we  bless, 

For  all  our  Sabbath  days. 

When  the  eve  is  shading 

Over  the  hills  and  dells, 
Holy  visions  aiding, 

Hark  to  the  Sabbath  bells ! 
When  comes  the  peaceful  twilight  hour. 

We'll  sing  a  song  of  praise ; 
Our  Father  God,  we  thee  adore, 

For  all  our  Sabbath  days. 


295 


Light  qf  Even.  C.  M. 

AT  evening  time  it  shall  be  light, 

When  Jesus  comes  to  reign ; 
The  sun  shall  rise,  which  beaming  bright. 

Shall  never  set  again ; 


HYMNS.  63 

The  g-lorious  sun  of  righteousness. 

With  healing  in  his  wings, 
Where'er  he  shines  unfailing  bliss 

O'er  all  creation  springs. 

2  Jerusalem  !  thy  living  streams 

Shall  freely  flow  again, 
And  sparkling  in  the  gladsome  beams, 

Shall  water  every  plain. 
Then  may  the  joyful  nations  come. 

And  quench  their  longing  thirst ; 
And  Jews  shall  hear  their  welcome  home. 

In  loud  hosannas  burst 


■296 


Children  with  Jesus. 


I  THINK  when  I  read  that  sweet  story  of  old, 

When  Jesus  was  here  among  men. 
How  he  call'd  little  children,  as  lambs,  to  his 
fold, 
I  should  like  to  have  been  with  them  then. 
I  wish  that  his  hands  had  been  placed  on  my 
head, 
That  his  arms  had  been  thrown  around  me, 
And  that  I  might  have  seen  his  kind  look  when 
he  said, 
*  Let  the  little  ones  come  unto  me.' 

2  Yet  still  to  his  footstool  in  prayer  1  may  go, 

And  ask  for  a  share  in  his  love, 
And  if  I  thus  earnestly  seek  him  below, 

I  shall  see  him  and  hear  him  above — 
In  that  beautiful  place  he  is  gone  to  prepare 

For  all  who  are  wash'd  and  forgiven ; 
And  many  dear  children  are  gathering  there, 

'  For  of  such  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven.' 


61  HYMNS. 

3  But  thousands  and  thousands,  who  wander  and 
fall, 
Never  heard  of  that  heavenly  home — 
I  should  like  them  to  know  there  is  room  for 
them  all, 
And  that  Jesus  has  bid  them  to  come. 
1  long  for  the  joy  of  that  glorious  time, 

The  sweetest,  and  brightest,  and  best. 
When  the  dear  little  children  of  every  clime 
Shall  crowd  to  his  arms,  and  be  blessed. 


297 


Jesus  the  Soul's  Delight. 


0  JESUS,  delight  of  the  soul, 

Our  Saviour,  our  Shepherd  divine, 

1  yield  to  thy  blessed  control. 

My  body  and  spirit  are  thine. 
Thy  love  I  can  never  deserve. 

That  bids  me  be  happy  in  thee. 
My  God  and  my  King  I  will  serve, 

Whose  favor  is  heaven  to  me. 

How  can  I  thy  goodness  repay. 

By  nature  so  weak  and  defiled, 
Myself  I  have  given  away, 

O  call  me  thine  own  blessed  child. 
And  art  thou  my  Father  above. 

Will  Jesus  abide  in  my  heart, 
O  bind  me  so  fast  with  thy  love. 

That  I  never  from  thee  shall  depart 


298 


One  Sunday  More.  L.  M. 


THIS  day  belongs  to  God  alone. 
He  chose  the  Sabbath  for  his  own. 
And  we  must  neither  work  nor  play, 
Because  it  is  God's  holy  day. 


HYMNS. 

2  'Tis  well  to  have  one  day  in  seven, 
That  we  may  learn  the  way  to  heaven  ; 
Then  let  us  spend  it  as  we  should, 

In  serving  God  and  growing  good. 

3  We  ought  to-day  to  learn  and  seek 
What  we  may  think  of  all  the  week. 
And  be  the  better  every  day, 

For  what  we  hear  our  teachers  say. 

4  And  every  Sunday  should  be  past. 
As  if  we  knew  it  were  our  last ; 
What  would  the  dying  sinner  give, 
To  have  one  Sabbath  more  to  live. 


299 


A  Blessing  on  Teaching.  8,  7, 4. 


THOU  who  did'st  with  love  and  blessing. 

Gather  Zion's  babes  to  thee, 
Still  a  Saviour's  love  expressing, 
Now  the  babes  of  Zion  see ; 
Bless  the  labors. 
That  would  bring  them  up  for  thee. 

Smile  upon  our  weak  endeavor, 

Vain  if  thou  thy  smile  deny. 
Let  them  rise  to  live  forever, 
Train,  O  train  them  for  the  sky. 
Ne'er  may  Satan, 
Plunder  Zion's  nursery. 

Lord  in  humble  fervor  bendmg, 

We  thy  blessing  would  entreat ; 
Let  thy  Spirit  now  descending, 
Make  the  toils  of  learning  sweet. 
Strait  to  Zion, 
Guide  the  young  inquirer's  feet 
6* 


66  HYMNS. 

5  Then  when  long  we  all  have  slumbered, 
Side  by  side,  in  common  dust, 
With  thy  ransomed  people  numbered, 
With  the  assembly  of  the  just. 
Child  and  teacher. 
Saviour !  own  our  humble  trust 

«jUU  Death  of  a  Scholar.  8,  7,  4. 

WHERE  we  oft  have  met  in  gladness, 

On  the  holy  Sabbath  day, 
Slowly  now  with  tearful  sadness. 
Each  pursues  his  mournful  way. 
Tears  are  falling 
On  this  holy  Sabbath  day. 

2  One  we  love  has  left  our  number. 

For  the  dark  and  silent  tomb, 
Closed  his  eyes  in  deathless  slumber. 
Faded  in  his  early  bloom. 
Hear  us,  Saviour, 
Thou  hast  blest  the  lonely  tomb. 

3  Through  its  dark  and  narrow  portal 

Once  they  bore  thee  to  thy  rest. 
There  a  ray  of  life  immortal. 
Like  a  sunbeam  from  the  west. 
Burst  the  shadows. 
And  the  grave  was  thenceforth  blest. 

4  By  the  light  that  thus  was  given, 

To  the  darkness  of  the  tomb, 
By  the  blessed  light  of  heaven, 
Gilding  scenes  of  earthly  gloom. 
Star  of  gladness. 
This  our  night  with  joy  illume. 

5  From  our  circle,  little  brother, 

Early  hast  thou  passed  away. 


HYMNS.  67 


But  the  angels  say — another 
Joins  our  holy  song  to-day ; 
Weep  no  longer, 
Join  with  them  the  sacred  lay. 


301 


The  Sorrows  of  Jesus,  8, 7. 

CHILDREN,  who  of  Jesus'  sorrows, 

Come  the  woful  tale  to  hear, 
See  what  streams  of  blood  pour  for  us, 

Drop,  O !  drop,  at  least  a  tear. 
Lo !  for  your  own  sins  devoted, 

Bless  the  victim  from  on  high, 
By  his  sufferings  animated, 

For  him  live  and  for  him  die. 

2  Now  behold  the  man  of  sorrows, 

On  the  cross  exalted  high, 
Suffering,  bleeding,  dying  for  us. 

Now  behold  salvation  nigh. 
Children  hear  his  heavenly  lessons. 

Hearken  to  his  dying  cries; 
His  blaspheming  foes  he  pardons, 

For  them  prays  and  for  them  dies. 

3  Ah !  to  Him  how  deep  and  painful. 

Is  the  anguish  sinners  give  ; 
From  our  crimes  and  pleasures  shameful. 

All  these  wrongs  He  did  receive. 
Why  should  sin  thus  hold  dominion, 

Why  our  bleeding  Saviour  spurn. 
Rather  o'er  his  crucifixion, 

Bid  our  hearts  repenting  mourn. 


302 


Evening'  Hymn.  8, 7. 

AS  the  dewy  shades  of  even. 
Gather  o'er  the  balmy  air, 


68  HYMNS. 

Listen,  Saviour,  bend  from  heaven, 
Listen  to  my  vesper  prayer. 

2  Bid  thy  spirit  o*er  me  hover, 

Free  my  thoughts  from  aught  defiled. 
With  thy  wings  of  mercy  cover. 
Keep  from  sin  thy  helpless  child. 

3  Thine  own  sinless  heart  was  broken. 

Sorrow,  sword  did  pierce  its  core, 
Holy  Saviour  !  by  that  token, 
Now  thy  pity  I  implore. 

4  Lord  of  heaven  !  guard  and  guide  me. 

Save  my  soul  from  dark  despair, 
In  thy  tender  bosom  hide  me. 
Take  me  Saviour  to  thy  care. 

Ov/O  Glory  he  to  God.    ^men.  L.  ^8. 

DEPART  awhile  each  thought  of  care. 

Be  earthly  things  forgotten  all. 
And  speak  my  soul  thy  evening  prayer, 

Obedient  to  thy  Master's  call ; 
For  hark !  the  pealing  chorus  swells, 

While  children  chant  the  hymn  of  praise. 
And  now  of  joy  and  hope  it  tells, 

Till  fainting  on  the  ear  it  says, 
Glory  be  to  God.     Amen. 

2  Thine,  wondrous  babe  of  Galilee, 

Fond  theme  of  David's  harp  and  song, 
Thine  are  the  notes  of  minstrelsy, 

To  thee  its  ransomed  choirs  belong  ; 
And  hark !  again  the  chorus  swells. 
The  song  is  wafted  on  the  breeze, 
And  to  the  listening  earth  it  tells. 
In  accents  soft  and  sweet  as  these, 
Glory  be  to  God.    Amen. 


HYMNS.  69 

My  heart  doth  feel  that  He  is  near, 

To  meet  the  soul  in  hours  like  this ; 
Else  why,  O  why  the  falling-  tear, 

When  all  is  peace  and  love  and  bliss. 
But  hark !  anew  the  chorus  swells. 

And  children's  voices  peal  the  strain, 
And  still  of  joy  and  hope  it  tells. 

And  bids  creation  sing-  again. 

Glory  be  to  God.    Amen. 


304 


My  Country.  P.  M. 


MY  country,  'tis  of  thee, 
Sweet  land  of  liberty, 

Of  thee  I  sing; 
Land  where  my  fathers  died, 
Land  of  the  pilgrims  pride, 
From  every  mountain  side, 

Let  praises  ring. 

2  Land  where  the  Lord  is  known, 
Make,  make  it  long  thine  own, 

Saviour  of  all ; 
Land  where  young  children  raise 
Songs  in  His  daily  praise. 
Taught  from  their  earliest  days, 

On  Him  to  call. 

3  My  native  country  !     Thee, 
Land  of  the  good  and  free. 

Thy  name  I  love  ; 
I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 
Thy  woods  and  church-crowned  hills, 
My  heart  with  rapture  thrills, 

Poured  from  above. 

4  Our  fathers'  God,  to  Thee 
Author  of  liberty. 

To  Thee  we  sing ; 


70  HYMNS. 

Long  may  our  land  be  bright, 
With  free  and  holy  light, 
Protected  by  thy  might. 
Great  God  our  King. 


305 


Worship.  P.  M. 


O  LORD,  let  our  songs  find  acceptance  before 
Thee, 

And  pierce  through  the  skies  to  thine  upper- 
most throne, 

For  thou  stoopest  to  listen  when  children  adore 
thee. 

And  sendest  thy  blessings  like  messengers  down, 

2  Our  Father,  our  Father,  we  ask  thee  to  guide  us, 
And  keep  us  from  sin  till  lifers  journey  be  o'er, 
Then  the  last  sigh  of  nature,  what  e'er  else  be- 
tide us. 

Shall  waft  us  to  glory  when  time  is  no  more. 

3  Then,  then  will  we  sing  the  sweet  song  of  the 

blessed. 
And  mingle  our  strains  with  the  myriads  above, 
Far  surpassing  all  strains  that  our  tongues  e'er 

expressed. 
And  Jesus,  the  chorus,  and  Infinite  Love. 


306 


O  Come  let  us  Sing^.  P,  M. 


O  COME  let  us  sing ! 

Our  youthful  hearts  now  swelling. 

To  God  above,  a  God  of  love, 

O  come  let  us  sing  ! 
Our  happy  spirits  glad  and  free. 
Shall  urge  our  thoughts  to  rise  to  thee, 
In  heavenly  melody, 

O  come  let  us  sing ! 


HYMNS.  7l 

O  swell,  swell  the  song, 

His  praises  oft  repeating, 

His  Son  He  gave  our  souls  to  save, 

O  swell,  swell  the  song ! 
Come  young,  come  old,  your  tribute  bring, 
Let  gushing  streams  of  love  upspring. 
And  make  the  heavens  ring 

With  sweet  swelling  song. 

A  full  chorus  join, 

To  Jesus  condescending, 

To  bless  our  race  with  heavenly  grace, 

A  full  chorus  join. 
To  God,  whose  mercy  on  us  smiled. 
And  Holy  Spirit  reconciled. 
By  Christ  the  meek  and  mild, 

A  full  chorus  join. 


307 


Looking  to  Jesus. 

WHEN  languor  and  disease  invade 
This  trembling  house  of  clay, 

Tis  sweet  to  look  beyond  my  pains, 
And  long  to  fly  away, 

2  Sweet  to  look  iuward  and  attend 

The  whispers  O'f  his  love. 
Sweet  to  look  upward  to  the  place. 
Where  Jesus  pleads  above. 

3  Sweet  to  look  back  and  see  my  name, 

In  life"'s  fair  book  set  down, 
Sweet  to  look  forward  and  behold 
Eternal  joys  mine  own. 

4  Sweet  to  reflect  how  grace  divine, 

My  sins  on  Jesus  laid, 
Sweet  to  remember  that  his  blood, 
My  debt  of  suffering  paid. 


72  HYMNS. 

5  Sweet  in  the  confidence  of  faith, 

To  trust  his  wise  decrees, 
Sweet  to  lie  passive  in  his  hand, 
And  know  no  will  but  his. 

6  If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  streams, 

What  must  the  fountain  be, 
Where  saints  and  angels  draw  their  bliss, 
Immediately  from  thee. 


30S 


j^men  !  So  he  it. 


AMEN  !  Amen  !  The  prayers  are  said. 
But  still  we  pause  on  bended  knee, 

And  lingering-,  though  the  words  are  said. 
Look  fondly  up  to  Thee. 

2  Amen  !  So  be  it:  let  nothing  bad, 
Scatter  our  incense  on  the  air. 
No  wandering  thoughts  that  we  have  had, 
Arise  to  cloud  our  prayer. 

.3  So  be  it,  Father  !  yet  awhile. 
We  hang  upon  thy  patient  ear. 
And  in  the  brightness  of  thy  smile, 
A  moment  tarry  here. 

4  Like  one  who  on  a  cloudy  day. 

Has  caught  a  glimpse  of  the  blue  sky. 
And  though  the  gleam  has  passed  away. 
Still  looks  with  longing  eye. 

5  Or  like  a  strain  of  music  sweet. 

That  dies  away  in  mountain  ground. 
Till  one  by  one  the  hills  repeat. 
The  solitary  sound. 

6  So  dovm  the  full  church  falls  alone, 

The  Pastor's  voice  :  it  sinks,  and  then 
Sweet  echo  to  that  solemn  tone, 
We  breathe  our  soft  Amen. 


HYMNS.  73 

oUy  The  Prayer  Book. 

WE  wont  give  up  the  Prayer  Book, 

Our  holy  church's  pride, 
On  every  page  of  which  we  read, 

Of  Jesus  crucified. 
The  blessed  form  of  wholesome  words, 

To  lead  our  minds  away. 
From  earthly  thoughts  and  vanities, 

And  teach  us  how  to  pray. 

We  wont  give  up  the  Prayer  Book,  &c. 

2  We  wont  give  up  the  Prayer  Book, 

With  martyr's  life-drops  wet ; 
In  which  the  wisdom  of  the  past. 

Like  precious  pearls  is  set. 
And  as  rich  perfumes  sweetly  rise, 

From  some  fair  garden's  bed, 
The  fragrance  there  of  Scripture  truth, 

On  every  leaf  is  spread. 
We  wont  give  up  the  Prayer  Book,  &c. 

3  We  wont  give  up  the  Prayer  Book, 

It  is  our  charter,  bond — 
And  still  we'll  hold  it  to  our  hearts, 

IVith  feelings  warm  and  fond. 
We'll  cling  to  it  as  something  dear, 

Devotion's  cheering  aid. 
The  Bible  first,  and  then  the  prayers. 

Our  holy  fathers  made. 

We  wont  give  up  the  Prayer  Book,  &c. 


310 


The  Child's  Welcome.  ft,  7. 


WHEN  I  read  the  wondrous  story, 
Of  my  Saviour's  life  and  death  ; 

How  he  left  the  realms  of  glory, 
And  for  man  resigned  his  breath. 
7 


74  HYMNS. 

2  I  am  lost  in  praise  and  wonder, 

At  his  love  so  rich  and  free  ; 
May  it  melt  my  heart  asunder, 
Break  its  pride,  and  conquer  me. 

3  Dare  a  little  child  approach  him, 

And  his  tender  pity  crave  1 
Will  it  not  be  deemed  encroaching, 
Will  he  such  a  sinner  save  1 

4  Yes !  for  with  compassion  beaming, 

From  his  kind  and  tender  eye ; 
While  with  love  his  words  are  teeming, 
Hear  this  blessed  Saviour  cry  : 

5  "  Come  and  welcome,  'tis  my  pleasure. 

Little  children  to  receive  ; 
Those  who  seek  me  find  a  treasure — 
Which  this  world  can  never  give." 

6  Lord,  I  come,  and  would  surrender, 

All  I  have  and  am  to  thee  ; 
While  I  cry,  "  what  shall  I  render 
To  the  Lord  for  callinsr  me." 


311 


Calling  the  fVcary. 

COME  unto  Christ,  ye  weary. 

And  He  will  give  you  rest ; 
Like  the  belov'd  disciple. 

Come  lean  upon  His  breast ; 
There  free  from  every  sorrow, 

Come,  and  forget  your  care, 
For  sin  shall  ne'er  assail  you. 

Nor  grief  shall  reach  you  there. 

2  Hear  what  the  Lord  hath  spoken, 
Your  great  unchanging  friend, 


HYMNS.  75 

Whose  word  can  ne'er  be  broken, 

Whose  love  shall  never  end ; 
Whoe'er  my  v^^ord  receiving", 

Comes,  without  fear  or  doubt. 
Repenting  and  believing — 

"  I  will  not  cast  him  out !" 

3  Say  not,  ye  are  too  evil — 

So  great  a  boon  to  crave, 
'Twas  sinners,  not  the  righteous, 

He  stooped  from  heaven  to  save ; 
Then  come  ye  heavy  laden ! 

From  all  your  sorrows  cease, 
Come,  rest  upon  his  promise, 

Believe,  and  be  at  peace. 


312 


Ckildren  Called  to  Christ. 

LIKE  mist  on  the  mountain, 

Like  ships  on  the  sea, 
So  swiftly  the  years 

Of  our  pilgrimage  flee; 
In  the  grave  of  our  fathers, 

How  soon  we  shall  lie  ! 
Dear  children,  to-day. 

To  a  Saviour  fly. 

2  When  Samuel  was  young, 

He  first  knew  the  Lord, 
He  slept  in  his  smile. 

And  rejoiced  in  his  word ; 
So  most  of  God's  children, 

Are  early  brought  nigh. 
Oh,  seek  him  in  youth. 

To  a  Saviour  fly. 

3  Do  you  ask  me  for  pleasure  T 

Then  lean  on  his  breast, 


71 


For  there  the  sin-laden 
And  weary  find  rest. 

In  the  valley  of  death, 
You  will  triumphing  cry, 

"  If  this  be  called  dying, 
'Tis  pleasant  to  die  i" 


313 


Fountain  of  Siloam.  ,i. 

BENEATH  Moriah's  rocky  side, 
A  gentle  fountain  springs. 

Silent  and  soft  its  waters  glide, 
Like  the  peace  the  Spirit  brings. 

2  The  thirsty  Arab  stoops  to  drink 

The  cool  and  quiet  wave. 
And  the  thirsty  spirit  stops  to  think 
Of  Him  who  came  to  save. 

3  Siloam  is  the  fountain's  name, 

It  means,  "  One  sent  from  Gody'' 
And  thus  the  holy  Saviour's  fame, 
It  gently  spreads  abroad. 

3  O  grant  that  I,  like  this  sweet  well^ 
May  Jesus'  image  bear. 
And  spend  my  life,  my  all,  to  tell 
How  full  his  mercies  are. 


314 


Tlie  Ten  Virgins. 

IS  your  lamp  filled,  my  child, 
With  oil  from  Christ  above  1 

Has  he  your  heart  so  wild. 
Made  soft  and  full  of  love  1 

2  Then  you  are  ready  now, 
With  Christ  to  enter  in  ; 


315 


HYMNS.  77 

To  see  his  holy  brow. 
And  bid  farewell  to  sin, 

3  Sinners,  behold  the  gate 

Of  Jesus  open  still ; 
Come,  ere  it  be  too  late. 
And  enter  if  you  will, 

4  The  Saviour's  gentle  hand, 

Knocks  at  your  door  to-day;     . 
But  vain  his  loud  demands. 
You  spurn  his  love  away. 

5  So  at  the  Saviour's  door. 

You'll  knock  with  trembling  heart ; 
The  day  of  mercy  o'er, 
Jesus  will  say — depart! 

looking  Heme,  C.  M. 

MAY  not  an  exile,  Lord,  desire 

His  own  sweet  land  to  see  ) 
May  not  a  captive  seek  release, 

A  prisoner  to  be  free ! 

2  A  child,  when  far  away,  may  long 

For  home  and  kindred  dear  ; 
And  he  that  waits  his  absent  Lord, 
Must  sigh  till  he  appear. 

3  I  would,  my  Lord  and  Saviour,  know 

That  which  no  measure  knows  ; 
Would  search  the  mystery  of  the  love, 
The  depth  of  all  thy  woes. 

4  I  fain  would  strike  my  golden  harp. 

Before  the  Father's  throne, 
There  cast  my  crown  of  righteousness, 
And  sing  what  grace  hath  done. 

7* 


75  HYMNS. 

5  Ah  leave  me  not  in  this  dark  world, 
A  stranger  still  to  roam, 
Come,  Lord,  and  take  me  to  thyself, 
Come,  Jesus,  quickly  come  ! 

tJlvl  The  Cross  and  Crown. 

MUST  Simon  bear  his  cross  alone, 

And  all  the  world  go  free  1 
No  !  there's  a  cross  for  every  one. 

And  there's  a  cross  for  me. 
Yes,  there's  a  cross  on  Calvary, 

Through  which  by  faith  the  crown  I  see 
To  me,  'tis  pardon  bringing, 

O  that's  the  cross  for  me,  &c. 

2  How  happy  are  the  saints  above. 

Who  once  went  mourning  here, 
But  now  they  taste  unmingled  love, 

And  joy  without  a  tear. 
Yes,  perfect  love  will  dry  the  tear, 

And  cast  out  all  tormenting  fear. 
Which  round  my  heart  is  clinging, 

O  that's  the  love  for  me,  &c. 

Z  We'll  bear  the  consecrated  cross. 

Till  from  the  cross  we're  free. 
And  then  go  home  to  wear  the  crown, 

For  there's  a  crown  for  me  ; 
Yes,  there's  a  crown  in  heaven  above. 

The  purchase  of  my  Saviour's  love, 
O  that's  the  crown  for  me, 

O  that's  the  crown  for  me,  &c. 


317 


The  Believer's  Want.  L.  M. 

I  WANT  not  India's  pearly  store, 
I  want  the  joys  of  earth  no  more. 


HYMNS.  79 

I  want  to  quit  each  vain  delight, 

I  want  to  walk  with  Christ  in  white. 

2  I  want  to  know  my  Saviour's  love, 
To  fix  my  wandering  heart  above  ; 
I  want  more  grace  to  conquer  sin, 
I  want  to  feel  new  life  within. 

3  I  want  to  lean  on  Jesus'  breast, 
And  feel  him  my  eternal  rest ; 
I  want  the  Spirit's  purging  fire, 

More  faith,  more  love  to  raise  me  higher. 

4  I  want  with  Jesus  to  sit  down, 

I  want  to  wear  my  heavenly  crown, 
I  want  the  kingdom  promised  me, 
I  want  no  more,  O  Lord,  but  thee. 


318 


The  Christian  Pilgrims.  C.  M. 

A  PILGRIM  through  this  lonely  world, 

The  blessed  Saviour  passed  ; 
A  mourner  all  his  life  was  he, 

A  dying  Lamb  at  last. 

2  That  tender  heart  that  felt  for  all. 

For  all  its  life-blood  gave  ; 
It  found  on  earth  no  resting  place. 
Save  only  in  the  grave. 

3  Such  was  our  Lord — and  shall  we  fear 

The  cross  with  all  its  scorn, 
Or  love  a  faithless  evil  world. 

That  wreath'd  his  brow  with  thorn  1 

4  No — facing  all  its  frowns  or  smiles. 

Like  him  obedient  still, 
We  homeward  press  through  storm  or  calm. 
To  Zion's  blessed  hill. 


80  HYMN8. 

5  In  tents  we  dwell  amid  the  waste, 

Nor  turn  aside  to  roam 
In  folly's  paths,  nor  seek  our  rest, 
Where  Jesus  had  no  home. 

6  This  fills  our  hearts  with  deep  desire, 

To  lose  ourselves  in  love, 
Bears  all  our  hopes  from  earth  away, 
And  fixes  them  above. 


319 


The  Fatherland. 

WE  are  but  strangers  here  ; 

Heaven  is  our  home ! 
Earth  is  a  desert  drear. 

Heaven  is  our  home ! 
Danger  and  sorrow  stand, 
Round  about  on  every  hand ; 
Heaven  is  our  fatherland. 

Heaven  is  our  home  ! 

2  What  though  the  tempest  rage  ! 

Heaven  is  our  home ! 
Short  is  our  pilgrimage  ; 

Heaven  is  our  home  ! 
And  times  wintry  blast, 
Soon  its  storms  shall  all  be  past, 
We'll  reach  the  goal  at  last. 

Heaven  is  our  home  ! 

3  There  at  our  Saviour's  side, 

Heaven  is  our  home  ! 
We  shall  be  glorified  ; 

Heaven  is  our  home  ! 
There  with  the  good  and  blest, 
Those  we've  loved  and  honoured  best. 
We  shall  forever  rest ; 

Heaven  is  our  home  ! 


HYMNS.  81 


Therefore  we'll  murmur  not ; 

Heaven  is  our  home ! 
Whate'er  our  earthly  lot ; 

Heaven  is  our  home  ! 
For  we  shall  surely  stand, 
Ever  at  our  Lord's  right  hand  ; 
Heaven  is  our  fatherland, 

Heaven  is  oiir  home  ! 


320 


Longing  to  Depart.  8'3. 


YE  angels,  who  stand  round  the  throne, 

And  view  my  Emmanuel's  face, 
In  rapturous  songs  make  him  known. 

Tune,  tune  your  soft  harps  to  his  praise ; 
He  formed  you  the  spirits  you  are, 

So  happy,  so  noble,  so  good  ; 
In  vain  laid  the  tempter  his  snare, 

Upheld  by  his  power  ye  stood. 

Ye  saints  who  stand  nearer  than  they, 

And  cast  your  bright  crowns  at  his  feet, 
His  grace  and  his  glory  display. 

And  all  his  rich  mercy  repeat ; 
He  snatched  you  from  hell  and  the  grave, 

He  ransomed  from  death  and  despair, 
For  you  he  was  mighty  to  save. 

Almighty  to  bring  you  safe  there. 

0  when  will  the  period  appear, 
When  I  shall  unite  in  your  song? 

I'm  weary  of  lingering  here, 
And  I  to  your  Saviour  belong ; 

I'm  fettered  and  chained  up  in  clay, 
I  struggle  and  pant  to  be  free  ; 

1  long  to  be  soaring  away. 

My  God  and  my  Saviour  to  see  ! 


82  HYMNS. 

4  I  want  to  put  on  my  attire, 

Washed  white  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb ; 
I  want  to  be  one  of  your  choir, 

And  tune  my  sweet  harp  to  his  name ; 
I  want — O  I  want  to  be  there. 

To  sorrow  and  sin  bid  adieu  ; 
Your  joy  and  your  friendship  to  share, 

To  wonder  and  worship  with  you  ! 


321 


Christian  Union.  C.  M. 


OUR  souls  by  love  together  knit, 

Cemented,  mixed  in  one, 
One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voice, 

'Tis  heaven  on  earth  begun. 

2  Our  hearts  have  often  burned  within, 

And  glowed  with  sacred  fire, 
While  Jesus  spoke,  and  fed,  and  blessed. 
And  filled  th'  enlarged  desire. 

3  And  when  thou  mak'st  thy  jewels  up, 

And  sett'st  thy  starry  crown. 
When  all  thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shine, 
Proclaimed  by  thee,  thine  own, 

4  May  we,  a  little  band  of  love, 

We  sinners,  saved  by  grace. 
From  glory  unto  glory  changed, 
Behold  thee  face  to  face. 

5  Together  let  us  sweetly  live, 

Together  let  us  die, 
And  each  a  starry  crown  receive, 
And  reign  above  the  sky. 

6  Then  when  the  mighty  work  is  done. 

Receive  thy  ready  bride. 
Give  us  in  heaven  a  happy  lot, 
With  all  thy  sanctified. 


HYMNS. 


322 


Christ's  Kingdom  Come.  C.  M. 

BRIDE  of  the  Lamb,  awake  !  awake  ! 

Why  sleep  for  sorrow  now, 
The  hope  of  glory,  Christ  is  thine, 

A  child  of  glory  thou. 

2  Thy  spirit,  through  the  lonely  night, 

From  earthly  joy  apart. 
Hath  sighed  for  one  that's  far  away, 
The  bridegroom  of  thy  heart. 

3  But  see,  the  night  is  waning  fast, 

The  breaking  morn  is  near  ; 
And  Jesus  comes  with  voice  of  love. 
Thy  drooping  heart  to  cheer. 

4  He  comes — for  O,  his  yearning  heart 

No  more  can  bear  delay — 
To  scenes  of  full  unmingled  joy. 
To  call  his  bride  away. 

5  This  earth,  the  scene  of  all  his  woe, 

A  homeless  wild  to  thee, 
Full  soon  upon  his  heavenly  throne. 
Its  rightful  King  shall  see. 

6  Thou  too  shalt  reign — he  will  not  wear 

His  crown  of  joy  alone, 
And  earth  his  royal  bride  shall  see. 
Beside  him  on  his  throne. 

7  Then  weep  no  more,  'tis  all  thine  own, 

His  crown,  his  joy  divine. 
And  sweeter  far  than  all  beside, 
Jesus  himself  is  thine. 


84  HYMNS. 


323 


The  Hill  of  Zion  CM. 


RIGHT  glad  was  I  when  unto  me 

They  said  with  one  accord, 
O,  let  us  up  to  Zion  hill, 

The  city  of  our  Lord  ! 
Our  feet  shall  stand  within  thy  gates, 

Jerusalem  our  home, 
And  to  thy  temples  beauty  built. 

Our  wearied  steps  shall  come. 

Oh,  pray  ye  for  Jerusalem, 

Who  blesseth  her  is  blest ; 
Peace  be  within  thy  palaces, 

And  in  thy  temples  rest; 
And  on  her  golden  shrines  be  light, 

And  sunshine  ever  fair, 
For  there  my  father's  children  dwell, 

My  father's  God  is  there. 


324 


Westward  Missions. 


WESTWARD,  where  from  giant  fountains, 

Oregon  comes  down  in  flood ; 
Westward  to  Missouri's  mountains, 

Or  to  wild  Iowa's  wood, 
Where  the  broad  Arkansas  goeth, 

Winding  o'er  savannas  wide ; 
Where,  beyond  old  Huron  floweth. 

Many  a  strong  eternal  tide. 

Westward,  where  the  wavy  prairie. 
Dark  as  slumbering  ocean  lies. 

Let  thy  starlight.  Son  of  Mary, 
O'er  the  shadowed  billows  rise  ! 

There  be  heard,  ye  herald  voices ! 
Till  the  Lord  his  glory  shows, 


HYMNS.  ^      85 

And  the  lonely  place  rejoices, 
With  the  bloom  of  Sharon's  rose. 

Where  the  wilderness  is  lying, 

And  the  trees  of  ages  nod ; 
Westward  in  the  desert  crying, 

Make  a  highway  for  our  God  : 
Westward,  till  the  church  be  kneeling 

In  the  forest  aisles  so  dim. 
And  the  wild- wood's  arches  pealing. 

With  the  people's  holy  hymn. 

Westward  still,  oh  Lord,  in  glory, 

Be  thy  bannered  cross  unfurled, 
Till  from  vale  to  mountain  hoary, 

Rolls  the  anthem  round  the  world ; 
Reign,  oh  reign,  o'er  every  nation. 

Reign,  Redeemer,  Father,  King, 
And  with  songs  of  thy  salvation, 

Let  the  wide  creation  ring. 


325 


Come,  and  welcome,  to  Jesus  ! 

COME,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched, 
Weak  and  wounded,  sick  arid  sore ; 

Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you. 
Full  of  pity  joined  with  power ; 

He  is  able. 
He  is  willing,  doubt  no  more. 

Come  ye  thirsty  !  come  and  welcome ; 

God's  free  bounty  glorify ; 
True  belief  and  true  repentance, 
Every  grace  that  brings  us  nigh, 

Without  money, 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 
8 


"^6  HYMNS. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  ling-er, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 
All  the  fitness  he  requireth, 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him. 

This  he  gives  you, 
'Tis  his  Spirit's  rising  beam. 

4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden. 

Lost  and  ruined  by  the  fall ! 
If  you  tarry  till  your  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all. 

Not  the  righteous, 
Sinners,  Jesus  came  to  call.     ^ 

5  View  him  prostrate  in  the  garden ; 

On  the  ground  your  Maker  lies ! 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him, 
Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 

It  is  finished. 
Sinner,  will  not  this  suffice  1 

6  Lo!  the  incarnate  God  ascended, 

Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood ; 
Venture  on  Him,  venture  wholly, 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude. 

None  but  Jesus, 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

7  Saints  and  angels  joined  in  concert, 

Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb ; 

While  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven, 

Sweetly  echo  with  his  name. 

Hallelujah ! 
Sinners  here  may  sing  the  same. 


326 


HYMNS.  87 


Christ  Precious.  C.  M. 


HOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds, 

In  a  believer's  ear! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 

And  drives  away  his  fears. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole. 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 
*Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  By  Him,  my  prayers  acceptance  find, 

Although  with  sin  defiled  ; 
Satan  allures  my  soul  in  vain, 
And  I  am  owned  a  child. 

4  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thoughts ; 
But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I'll  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 

5  Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim, 

With  every  fleeting  breath ; 
And  make  the  music  of  thy  name. 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 


327 


Christian  Zeal.  C.  M. 


ARE  we  the  soldiers  of  the  cross ! 

The  followers  of  the  Lamb  ! 
And  shall  we  fear  to  own  his  cause, 

Or  blush  to  own  his  name  1 

2  Must  we  be  carried  to  the  skies, 
On  flowery  beds  of  ease ; 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize. 
And  sailed  through  bloody  seas  1 


88 


3  Are  there  no  foes  for  us  to  face  ? 

Must  we  not  stem  the  flood  1 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  us  on  to  God  1 

4  Now  we  must  fight  if  we  would  reign 

Increase  our  courage,  Lord  ! 
We'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints  in  all  thy  glorious  war. 

Shall  conquer  though  they're  slain ; 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  shall  with  Jesus  reign. 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise. 

And  all  thy  armies  shine. 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies. 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 


.328 


Evening.  C.  M. 


I  LOVE  awhile  to  steal  away 
From  every  cumb'ring  care. 

And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day, 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear. 
And  all  His  promises  to  plead. 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 

And  future  good  implore, 
And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast. 
On  Him  whom  I  adore. 


HYMNS.  89 

4  I  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven ; 
The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew, 
While  here  by  tempest  driv'n. 

5  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 

May  its  departing  ray 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 


329 


Jesus,  a  Friend  in  Sorrow.  C.  M- 


O  THOU,  who  dry'st  the  mourner's  tear, 
How  dark  this  world  would  be, 

If,  pressed  by  sins  and  sorrows  here, 
We  could  not  fly  to  thee  ! 

2  The  friends  who  in  our  sunshine  live, 

When  winter  comes,  are  flown ; 
And  he  who  has  but  tears  to  give. 
Must  weep  those  tears  alone. 

3  Oh,  who  could  bear  life's  stormy  doom, 

Did  not  thy  wing  of  love 
Come  brightly  wafting  thro'  the  gloom, 
Our  peace-branch  from  above  1 

4  Then  sorrow  vouched  by  thee  grows  bright 

With  more  than  rapture's  ray ; 
As  darkness  shows  us  worlds  of  light. 
We  never  saw  by  day. 


330 


C.  p.  M 


THERE  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 
To  mourning  wand'rers  given ; 

8* 


90  HYMNS. 

There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distress'd, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast — 
'Tis  found  above  in  heaven. 

2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls, 

By  sin  and  sorrow  driven ; 
When  toss'd  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise  and  ocean  rolls. 

And  all  is  drear  but  heaven. 

3  There  faith  lifts  up  her  tearful  eye, 

To  brighter  prospects  given ; 
And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
And  evening  shadows  quickly  fly,     . 

And  all  serene  in  heaven. 

4  There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 

And  joys  supreme  are  given  ; 
There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom ; 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb. 

Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 


331 


Jifissions.  8,  7,  4. 

O'ER  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, 
Look,  my  soul,  be  still  and  gaze ; 

All  the  promises  do  travail 
Witli  a  glorious  day  of  grace  ; 
Blessed  jubilee. 

Let  thy  glorious  morning  dawn. 

Let  the  Indian,  let  the  negro. 

Let  the  rude  barbarian  see 
That  divine  and  glorious  conquest, 

Once  obtained  on  Calvary ; 
Let  the  gospel 
Loud  resound  from  pole  to  pole. 


HYMNS.  91 

3  Kingdoms  wide  that  sit  in  darkness, 

Grant  them,  Lord,  the  glorious  light; 
And  from  eastern  coast  to  western, 

May  the  morning  chase  the  night ; 
And  redemption, 
Freely  purchased,  win  the  day. 

4  Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  Gospel, 

Win  and  conquer,  never  cease; 
May  thy  lasting,  wide  dominions. 

Multiply  and  still  increase  ; 
Sway  thy  sceptre, 
Saviour,  all  the  world  around. 


332 


Fcith  in  Ood.  7,6. 

SOMETIMES  a  light  surprises 

The  Christian  while  he  sings; 
It  is  the  Lord  who  rises. 

With  healing  on  his  wings; 
When  comforts  are  declining, 

He  grants  the  soul  again 
A  season  of  clear  shining, 

To  cheer  it  after  rain. 

2  In  holy  contemplation, 

We  sweetly  then  pursue. 
The  theme  of  God's  salvation. 

And  find  it  ever  new; 
Set  free  from  present  sorrow, 

We  cheerfully  can  say. 
Let  the  unknown  to-morrow, 

Bring  with  it  what  it  may. 

3  It  can  bring  with  it  nothing, 

But  he  will  bear  us  thro' — 

Who  gives  the  lilies  clothing, 

Will  clothe  his  people  too; 


92 


333 


Beneath  the  spreading  heavens. 
No  creature  but  is  fed ; 

And  he  who  feeds  the  ravens, 
Will  give  his  children  bread. 

Tho*  vine  nor  fig-tree  neither, 

Their  wonted  fruit  should  bear, 
Tho'  all  the  fields  should  wither, 

Nor  flocks  nor  herds  be  there ; 
Yet  God  the  same  abiding, 

His  praise  shall  tune  my  voice ; 
For  when  in  him  confiding, 

I  cannot  but  rejoice. 

Passion  WeeJ:. 


BOUND  upon  the  accursed  tree. 
Faint  and  bleeding,  who  is  He  ? 
By  the  eyes  so  pale  and  dim, 
Streaming  blood  and  writhing  limb, 
By  the  flesh  with  scourges  torn. 
By  the  crown  of  twisted  thorn. 
By  the  side  so  deeply  pierced, 
By  the  baffled,  burning  thirst. 
By  the  drooping,  death-dewed  brow-, 
Son  of  man,  *tis  Thou !  'tis  Thou  I 

Bound  upon  the  accursed  tree, 
Dread  and  woful,  who  is  He  7 
By  the  sun  at  noonday  pale. 
Shivering  rocks,  and  rending  veil. 
By  earth  that  trembled  at  His  doom ; 
By  yonder  saints  who  burst  their  tomb, 
By  Eden,  promised  ere  He  died, 
To  the  felon  at  his  side ; 
Lord  !  our  suppliant  knees  we  bow  ! 
Son  of  God  !  'tis  Thou !  'tis  Thou ! 


HYMNS.  93 


3  Bound  upon  the  accursed  tree, 
Sad  and  dying,  who  is  He  ? 
By  the  last  and  bitter  cry, 
The  ghost  given  up  in  agony; 
By  the  lifeless  body  laid, 
In  the  chambers  of  the  dead  ; 
By  the  mourners  come  to  weep. 
Where  the  bones  of  Jesus  sleep; 
Crucified  !  we  know  Thee  now, 
Son  of  man !  tis  Thou  1  'tis  Thou ! 

4  Bound  upon  the  accursed  tree, 
Dread  and  awful,  who  is  He  1 
By  the  prayer  for  them  that  slew, 
"  Lord !  they  know  not  what  they  do  1 
By  the  spoiled  and  empty  grave, 

By  the  souls  He  died  to  save. 
By  the  conquest  He  hath  won. 
By  the  saints  before  His  throne, 
By  the  rainbow  round  His  brow. 
Son  of  God !  'tis  Thou !  'tis  Thou  I 


I" 


334 


First  Sunday  after  Epiphany.  C.  M- 


BY  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 

How  sweet  the  lily  grows ! 
How  sweet  the  breath  beneath  the  hill 

Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose  1 

2  Lo !  such  the  child  whose  happy  feet 

The  paths  of  peace  have  trod ; 
Whose  secret  heart,  with  influence  sweet. 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God  ! 

3  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 

The  lily  must  decay ; 


94  HYMNS. 

The  rose  that  blooms  beneath  the  hill 
Must  shortly  fade  away, 

4  And  soon,  too  soon,  the  wintry  hour 

Of  man's  maturer  ag-e  ; 
Will  shake  the  soul  with  sorrow's  power. 
And  stormy  passion  ^s  rage  I 

5  O  Thou,  whose  infant  feet  were  found 

Within  thy  Father's  shrine  f 
Whose  years,  with  changeless  virtue  crowned. 
Were  all  alike  dirine. 

6  Dependent  on  Thy  bounteous  breath, 

We  seek  Thy  grace  alone. 
In  childhood,  manhood,  age,  and  death,. 
To  feeep  us  still  Thine  own  I 


335 


The  Day  9/ Judgment.  8,  T- 


LO  !  He  comes,  with  clouds  descending, 
Once  for  favoured  sinners  slain. 

Thousand,  thousand,  saints  attending, 
Swell  the  triumphs  of  his  train ; 
Hallelujah ! 

Jesus  now  shall  ever  reign  I 

2  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  him, 

Clothed  in  awful  majesty ; 
Those  who  set  at  naught  and  sold  him. 

Pierced  and  nailed  him  to  the  tree, 
Deeply  wailing, 
,Shall  the  Great  Messiah  see ! 

3  Every  island,  sea,  and  mountain. 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  flee  away ; 


HYMNS.  95 

All  who  hate  him  must,  confounded. 
Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day, 
"  Come  to  judgment ! 
Come  to  judgment !  come  away  !" 

Now,  redemption,  long  expected. 

See  in  solemn  pomp  appear ! 
All  his  saints,  by  men  rejected, 

Now  shall  meet  him  in  the  air  i 
Hallelujah  1 
See  the  day  of  God  appear  I 

Answer  thine  own  Bride  and  Spirit! 

Hasten,  Lord,  the  general  doom ! 
Promised  glory  to  inherit. 

Take  thy  pining  exiles  home; 
AU  creation 
Travails,  groans,  and  bids  thee  come  I 

Yea  !  Amen !  Let  all  adore  thee. 

High  on  thine  exalted  throne ; 
Saviour !  take  the  power  and  glory, 

Claim  the  kingdom  for  thine  own  I 
O  come  quickly  I 
Hallelujah  !  come,  Lord,  come  ! 


336 


The  Burial  JSnthem. 


BROTHER,  thou  art  gone  before  us, 

And  thy  saintly  soul  is  flown 
Where  tears  are  wiped  from  every  eye, 

And  sorrow  is  unknown. 
From  the  burthen  of  the  flesh, 

And  from  care  and  fear  released, 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 

And  the  weary  are  at  rest 


96  IIYMtJS. 

2  The  toilsome  way  thou'st  travelled  o'er. 

And  borne  the  heavy  load, 
But  Christ  has  taught  thy  languid  feet 

To  reach  his  blest  abode; 
Thou'rt  sleeping  now,  like  Lazarus, 

Upon  his  Father's  breast, 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling. 

And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

3  Sin  can  never  taint  thee  now, 

Nor  doubt  thy  faith  assail. 
Nor  thy  meek  trust  in  Jesus  Christ, 

And  the  Holy  Spirit  fail : 
And  there  thou'rt  sure  to  meet  the  good,. 

Whom  on  earth  thou  loved'st  best, 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling. 

And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

4  "Earth  to  earth"  and  "dust  to  dust," 

The  solemn  priest  hath  said, 
So  we  lay  the  turf  above  thee  now, 

And  we  seal  thy  narrow  bed ; 
But  thy  spirit,  brother,  soars  away 

Among  the  faithful  blest, 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling^ 

And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 


337 


The  star  of  Bethlehem.  L.  M. 


WHEN  m,arshard  on  the  nightly  plain. 
The  glitt'ring  host  bestud  the  sky; 

One  star  alone  of  all  the  train. 
Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 

Hark !  hark  !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks 
From  every  host,  from  every  gem ; 


HYMNS.  97 

But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks, 
It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  Once  on  the  raging-  seas  I  rodjj, 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark, 
The  ocean  yawn'd — and  rudely  blow'd 
The  wind  that  toss'd  my  found'ring  bark. 

4  Deep  horrors  then  my  vitals  froze, 

Death-struck — I  ceas'd  the  tide  to  stem ; 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose, 
It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

5  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all ; 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease ; 
And  thro'  the  storm  and  danger's  thrall, 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

6  Now  safely  moor'd — my  perils  o'er, 

I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 
For  ever  and  for  evermore, 
The  Star !— the  Star  of  Bethlehem ! 


33S 


Jesus  Knocketk. 


IN  the  silent  midnight  watches, 

Hark !  thy  bosom  door. 
How  it  knocketh,  knocketh,  knocketh, 

Knocketh  evermore ; — 
Say  not  'tis  thy  pulses  beating, 

'Tis  thy  heart  of  sin  ; 
'Tis  thy  Saviour  knocks,  and  crieth. 

Rise  and  let  me  in. 

Death  comes  on  with  reckless  footsteps, 

To  the  hall  and  hut ; 
Think  you  death  will  tarry  knocking, 

Where  the  hall  is  shut  ? 
9 


98  HYMNS. 

Jesus  waiteth,  waiteth,  waiteth, 

But  the  door  is  fast ; 
Grieved,  iway  tliy  Saviour  goeth, 

Death  Dreaks  in  at  last. 

3  Then  'tis  time  to  stand  entreating 

Ciirist  to  let  thee  in  ; 
At  the  gate  of  heaven  beating, 

Wailing  for  thy  sin. 
Nay,  alas  !  thou  guilty  creature  ! 

Hast  thou  then  forgot, 
Jesus  waited  long  to  know  thee, — 

Now  he  knows  thee  not. 


339 


Christ  my  Refuge.  C.  M. 


DEAR  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 
On  thee,  when  sorrows  rise. 

On  thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll, 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 

2  To  thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief, 

For  thou  alone  canst  heal ; 
Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief, 
For  every  pain  I  feel. 

3  But  oh  !  when  gloomy  doubts  prevail, 

I  fear  to  call  thee  mine : 
The  springs  of  comfort  seem  to  fail, 
And  all  my  hopes  decline. 

4  Yet,  gracious  God,  where  shall  I  flee  1 

Thou  art  my  only  trust ; 
And  still  my  soul  would  cleave  to  thee, 
Though  prostrate  in  the  dust. 


99 


340 


JVof  Ashamed  of  Christ.  C.  M. 


I'M  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lerd, 

'Or  to  defend  his  cause  ; 
Maintain  the  honour  of  his  word, 

The  glory  of  his  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  God  ! — I  know  his  name — 

His  name  is  all  my  trust; 
Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame. 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne — his  promise  stands. 

And  he  can  well  secure 
What  I've  committed  to  his  hands, 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  he  will  own  my  worthless  name 

Before  his  Father's  face. 

And  in  the  new  Jerusalem 

Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 

tjTrl  The  Sunday-school. 

O  SWEET  is  the  morning  that  dawns  on  the 

world, 
When  the  sign  of  salvation  is  broadly  unfurled, 
And  in  city  and  village,  from  hill-top  and  vale, 
Is  proclaimed  by  God's  servants  the  wonderful 

tale. 

2  Then  hear  we  of  Jesus  his  love  and  his  power, 
His  glory  and  triumph  in  death's  fearful  hour, 
From  the  lips  of  the  teacher  whose  form  we 

surround. 
Whilst  friends  dearly  loved  in  the  circle  are 

found. 


100  HYMNS. 

3  How  kind  is  the  greeting-  that  meets  every  face, 
How  hearty  the  welcome  as  all  take  their  place, 
How  thrilling  the  voice  and  the  grasp  of  the 

hand, 
As  though  willing  to  lead  us  to  heaven's  bright 
land. 

4  Oh  say  do  we  feel  what  our  lips  now  express. 
And  for  all  these  his  mercies  God's  name  daily 


Remembering  also  that  as  we  now  live, 

So  shall  we  his  curse  or  his  blessing  receive  1 

5  Then  let  us  at  once  from  this  moment  begin 
To  love  the  Lord  Jesus  and  break  off  from  sin ; 
That  calm  may  our  lives  be  and  quiet  their  close. 
As  on  his  dear  bosom  we  sink  to^'epose. 

6  Is  this  our  resolve  1 — then  shall  we  pursue 
Undaunted   our  pathway — for  He'll  bring  us 

through 
Life's  trials  and  troubles,  until  we  all  meet 
Where  our  crowns  we  shall  joyfully  cast  at  his 

feet. 


342 


Journeying  through  Death  to  Life.  C.  M. 


THROUGH  sorrow's  night,  and  danger's  path, 

Amid  the  deepening  gloom. 
We,  soldiers  of  an  injured  King, 

Are  marching  to  the  tomb. 

2  There,  when  the  turmoil  is  no  more, 

And  all  our  powers  decay, 
Our  cold  remains  in  solitude 
Shall  sleep  the  years  away. 

3  Our  labors  done,  securely  laid, 

'  In  this  our  last  retreat, 


HYMNS.  101 

Unheeded,  o'er  our  silent  dust 
The  storms  of  life  shall  beat. 

4  Yet  not  thus  lifeless,  thus  inane, 

The  vital  spark  shall  lie  ; 
For  o'er  life's  wreck  that  spark  shall  rise, 
To  see  its  kindred  sky. 

5  These  ashes  too,  this  little  dust, 

Our  Father's  care  shall  keep. 
Till  the  last  angel  rise,  and  break 
The  long  and  dreary  sleep. 

6  Then  love's  soft  dew  o'er  every  eye, 

Shall  shed  its  mildest  rays, 
And  the  long  silent  dust  shall  burst 
With  shouts  of  endless  praise. 


343 


Praise  to  Christ. 


HARK,  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 
Sound  the  note  of  praise  above  ; 

Jesus  reigns,  and  heaven  rejoices  ; 
Jesus  reigns,  the  God  of  love  : 

See,  he  sits  on  yonder  throne  ; 
Jesus  rules  the  world  alone. 

2  Jesus,  hail !  whose  glory  brightens 

All  above  and  gives  it  worth  : 
Lord  of  life,  thy  smile  enlightens, 

Cheers,  and  charms  thy  saints  on  earth  ; 
When  we  think  of  love  like  thine. 

Lord,  we  own  it  love  divine. 

3  King  of  glory,  reign  for  ever, 

Thine  an  everlasting  crown ; 
Nothing  from  thy  love  shall  sever 

Those  whom  thou  hast  made  thine  own ; 
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lOSi  HYMNS. 

Happy  objects  of  thy  grace, 
Destined  to  behold  thy  face. 

4  Saviour,  hasten  thine  appearing ; 

Bring-,  O  bring  the  glorious  day. 
When,  the  awful  summons  hearing, 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away  ! 
Then  with  golden  harps  we'll  sing, 

"  Glory,  glory  to  our  King." 


344 


Jesus  Precious  to  the  Believer.  C.  M. 


JESUS,  I  love  thy  charming  name. 

'Tis  music  to  my  ear ; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud, 

That  all  the  earth  might  hear. 

2  Yes,  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul. 

My  transport  and  my  trust ; 
Jewels  to  thee  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish, 

In  thee  doth  richly  meet ; 
Nor  to  my  eyes  is  light  so  dear. 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

4  Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  heart, 

And  shed  its  fragrance  there  ; 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

5  I'll  speak  the  honors  of  thy  name, 

With  my  last  laboring  breath. 
And  dying,  clasp  thee  in  my  arms, 
The  antidote  of  death. 


INDEX 


Alas !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed, 
Almighty  God,  thy  piercing  eye. 
Amen !  Amen  !  the  prayers  are  said, 
And  now,  another  day  is  gone, 
Angels,  that  high  in  glory  dwell, 
A  pilgrim  through  this  lonely  world, 
Are  we  the  soldiers  of  the  cross. 
Around  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven. 
Assembled  in  our  school  once  more, 
As  the  dewy  shades  of  even, 
At  evening  time  it  shall  be  light, 
Awake  my  soul  to  joyful  lays, 

Behold  the  daisy  where  you  tread,     . 

Beneath  Moriah's  rocky  side. 

Bound  upon  the  accursed  tree,  . 

Bride  of  the  Lamb  awake,     ... 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning 

Brother  thou  art  gone  before  us,    . 

By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill, 


BTMN. 
291 

216 
308 
231 
227 
318 
327 
265 
250 
302 
295 
275 

292 

313 
.  333 

322 
.  218 

336 
.  334 


104 


INDEX. 


Children  of  Jerusalem, 

Children  who  of  Jesus'  sorrows, 

Come,  children,  hail  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Come !  come !  come !        .         .         . 

Come  unto  Christ  ye  weary. 

Come,  ye  children,  and  adore  him. 

Come  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched,     . 

Dear  refuge  of  my  weary  soul. 
Dear  children  you  should  never  let, 
Depart  awhile  each  thought  of  care. 
Did  God  that  reigns  in  heaven  above,     . 

Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken,     . 

God  in  heaven  can  he  hear,  . 

Great  God,  to  thee  my  voice  I  raise,  . 


Happy  the  children  who  are  gone, 
Hark,  my  soul !  it  is  the  Lord, 
Hark,  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices. 
Here  we  suffer  grief  and  pain, 
Holy  Bible !  book  divine  ! 
How  doth  the  little  busy  bee. 
How  happy  are  they. 
How  glorious  is  our  heavenly  King, 
How  much  better  I'm  attended. 
How  pleasant  thus  to  dwell  below, 
How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds. 


INDEX. 


105 


How  sweet  is  the  Sabbath,  the  morning  of  rest, 
Humble  praises,  holy  Jesus, 


HYMN. 

247 
233 


I  am  young,  but,  I  must  die,      ....  234 

I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus,  ....  288 

I  love  awhile  to  steal   away,       ....  328 

I  knew  a  little  sickly  child,  .         .         .  284 

I  think  when  I  read  that  sweet  story  of  old,         .  296 

I  want  not  India's  pearly  shore,     .         .         .  317 

I'll  awake  at  dawn  on  the  Sabbath  day,       .         .  244 

I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord,         .         .  340 

If  this  life  should  last  forever,     ....  293 

In  God's  own  house  for  me  to  play,        .         .  254 

In  the  silent  midnight  watches,  .         .         .  338 

Is  your  lamp  filled,  my  child,         .         .         .  314 


Jerusalem !  my  happy  home  ! 
Jesus,  I  love  thy  charming  name,  . 
Jesus,  we  thy  lambs  would  be, 
Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken,     . 
Jesus  who  reigns  above  the  sky,    . 
Just  as  I  am  !  without  one  plea. 

Like  mist  on  the  mountain, 

Little  travellers  Zionward,     . 

Lo !  at  noon  'tis  sudden  night, 

Lo !  He  comes,  with  clouds  descending, 

Lord,  teach  a  sinful  child  to  pray, 


215 
344 
241 
269 

289 
268 


213 
266 
335 
245 


106  INDEX. 

HYMN 

Many  voices  seem  to  say,  ....  257 

May  not  an  exile,  Lord,  desire,       .         .         .  315 

Mercy !  O  thou  Son  of  David  !  .         .         .  262 

Must  Simon  bear  his  cross  alone,  .         .  316 

My  country,  'tis  of  thee, 304 

My  God,  who  makes  the  sun  to  know,  .  230 

O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness,           ,         .  331 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand,         .         .  259 

One  there  is  above  all  others,     ....  277 

O  come,  let  us  sing,           .         .         .         .         .  306 

O  Lord,  let  our  songs, 305 

O  !  Jesus,  delight  of  the  soul,         .         .         .  297 

O,  sacred  head  now  wounded, 273 

O,  sweet  is  the  morning  that  dawns  on  the  world,  341 

O  Thou,  before  whose  gracious  throne,        .         .  258 

O  Thou,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows,          ,  281 
O  Thou,  who  dry'st  the  mourner's  tear,      .         .329 

Our  Father  in  heaven,           ....  249 
Our  souls  by  love  together  knit,          .         ,         .321 

People  of  the  living  God,  .         .         .         .272 

Poor  and  needy  though  I  be,  .         .         .  248 

Right  glad  was  I  when  unto  thee,      .        .         .     323 

Saviour,  teach  me  how  to  pray,  .         .         .     253 

See  that  heathen  mother  stand,      .         .         .  251 

See  the  kind  Shepherd,  Jesus,  stands,  .         .219 


107 


HYMN 

Somcfimes  a  light  surprises,       ....  332 

Soon  as  I  heard  my  Father  say,     .         .         .  256 

Suffer  me  to  come  to  Jesus,        ....  267 

Sweet  Sabbath-school,  place  dear  to  me,          .  279 

The  sun  that  lights  the  earth  shall  fade,          .  214 

The  voice  of  free  grace, 271 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood,       .         .  255 

There  is  a  happy  land, 243 

There  is  a  God  that  reigns  above,       .         .         .  223 

"There  is  a  green  hill  far  away,       .         .         .  283 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest,       .         .         .  330 

There  is  beyond  the  sky,        ....  224 

This  day  belongs  to  God  alone,           .         .         .  298 

Thou  who  did'st  with  love  and  blessing,         .  299 

Through  sorrow's  night  and  danger's  path,          .  342 

To  thee,  O  blessed  Saviour,             .         .         .  260 

'Tw^as  when  the  seas  with  horrid  roar,        .         .  287 

Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night,    .         .         .  280 
We  are  but  strangers  here,        .         .         .         .319 

We  won't  give  up  the  Prayer  Book,      .         .  309 

We  are  little  Christian  children,         .         .         .  282 

We  come,  we  come,  with  loud  acclaim,           .  238 
We'll  not  give  up  the  Bible,      .         .         .         .278 

Westward,  where  from  giant  fountains,           .  324 

Whatever  brawls  disturb  the  street,     .         .         .  226 

When  daily  I  kneel  down  to  pray,          .         .  252 
When  little  Samuel  woke,          .         .         .         .235 


108 


When  marshal'd  on  the  nightly  plain, 
When  the  moon  is  beaming, 
When  Jesus  Christ  was  here  below. 
When  languor  and  disease  invade,     . 
When  I  read  the  wondrous  story, 
Whene'er  I  take  my  walks  abroad,     , 
Where  we  oft  have  met  in  gladness, 
Why  do  you  weep? 
Why  should  I  deprive  my  neighbour. 
Why  should  I  love  my  sport  so  well, 


HYMN. 

337 
294 
290 
307 
310 
220 
300 
286 
232 
229 


Ye  angels  who  stand  round  the  throne, 


320 


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